Sandi Alford

Keeper Of The Dial - Poem by Sandi Alford

In each glimpse
of every passing shadow
he's there-
lurking on the eve,
his testament written
on the spine of existence.

Yearning for that which,
has yet to be seen
he's there-
hidden in the morn
with fingers outstretched
grasping each new breath.

Reigning over all
with steadfast hands
he's there-
though not always an ally
yet, he shows kindness
as a leader in diplomacy.

We rejoice in his progress
Age after next
while, cursing his name
in swallowed assumptions,
but he's still there-
lending wisdom.

He bestows many gifts
to enrich our hearts,
and nourishes our mind
leaving a cornucopia
of inspiration
in the wake of
his passing regalia...

~ Time ~
Keeper of the dial,
worthy of our recognition.

(© October 2006 Amsterdam, the Netherlands)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 4, 2008

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