The Watchers Observe Hold The Keys To Time Poem by Terence George Craddock

death is a door that leads to many places
the threshold between all the places we have been
all the things we have done and all we may become...

the sea a threshold does not overstep boundary earth
souls wheat on threshing floor from harvested plant separated
who weighs out a measure of grain determines worth...

life is but a few stirring short in flight graceful wings beats
a sparrow flight through open door across room out window
who is God standing outside time watching miracle flight...

while the watchers observe hold the keys to time


Terence George Craddock (Shadows Of Light)
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