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The rushing, pushing moments
Roaring, pouring soundlessly
Plunging over a precipice
Toward eternity
If I should find the fulcrum
Balance on Time’s middle swell
To view the sea from Eden forth
That lies twixt Heav’n and hell
…ah, surely I would tremble
To see these fathoms vast
And know tis but a vapor
In the future of the past
Yes, I know I would tremble
To behold Time’s sweeping space
To realize the microscopic
Breadth of human race
But then, oh blessed assurance
Wondrous hope that I embrace
We all would be eternally
Doomed; but for saving grace
© Janet Martin
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