In Its Own Time Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

The child was reason
of choice of journey
the reason I came
through time
hardship memory.

Reason of decision
of hope of chosen
to bear a future seed.

The child
will come through us
be of us
but will walk beyond reach
understanding of sacrificial roots.

Soil tendered chosen shaped
yet planting was done
in God’s own time.

In reach of turbulent season.
When chaos crisis filled hopelessness
desperate dark dull deadened sky.

From out vanquished primeval void.
Where vision was alost awaiting
flames to engulf a kindling dawn.

The child comes
in its own time.
Universal truth
contained in simple words.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock