Poem March 28, 1994 Issue

Instantly

Verta B. Driver

Today in our world it must be instant!
Instant cereal, instant hot water,
Faxed, rushed, by wire and courier,
With harried pace.

Time is of the essence.
The first gets the prize.
For the last, the fear is demise ...
Time flies from year to year.

But see, the Bible tells us
That so many years ago,
Jesus did not even have to row.
Unhampered by oars he moved.

Always his Christly nature shone.
Unlimited, fetterless, free,
He was instantly across the sea,
Untaxed, unrushed, unharried.

Our Way-shower claimed the prize for us.
When, following him, we see God face to face,
Christlike thought transcending time and space,
We'll see there are none last, but all are "first."

At one with Him, instantly, always—
Even as mortal measurement decrees a new year,
Each can the Christly nature hear;
Each lifted from limitation to the prize.

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