In the dimension of thought
I have come to days of long ago.
At the very gates of light, I stand in awe,
for God has dipped His hands into the foundry of meaning,
the sound of His Hammer will ever ring!
Time itself He has shaped to his liking.
He has stretched it out as a string
and woven it into the hearts of mere men.
You have severed it in half and caused us to peer inside,
and in it, we see the face of life.
For you have attached promise to it
and for its kiss, we all sing.
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