TIME II

My impalpable canvas, 

omnipresent,

infinite, 

fount and mirror

of your soul's vision,

was, is and shall ever be;

mortals shall not note 

Eternity's flow,

though each child of Earth

its portion may claim 

upon its bosom,

marking the passing 

of minutes, hours and days,

heedless of

my patterns and ways,

for I measure Life,

as it drifts past my

boundless threshold.

My spiralling shadow is the

constant companion

of your soul's thirst,

of its fearful flight from

the Light that would

loose its fetters.

Wisdom, the Great Source's

emissary and sentinel,

beckons to all who

weary of the dark,

its mileposts concealed, 

yet perceived through

nebulous sweeps

of your inscience, 

its beacon invoking your

own inner flame,

that you may emerge

healed and restored from

your storm of quiet,

this place of penance

upon your quest.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: TIME SAVING TRUTH FROM FALSEHOOD AND ENVY

Source: www.the-athenaeum.org

Artist: Franҫois Lemoyne