A sense of how the senses sense
makes it clear we smear the clear
when we draw eternity to the present tense.
The colors of eternity paint the ear
such that we glimpse nature’s whim
as hymns sung to bring the knowable near.
If you can’t reconcile your history
how can you determine your future?
How we meld them into a coherent story.
The tense nature of being
sketches a song out of our story,
not even the best can perfectly sing.
For sometimes the pattern breaks
and in rush the craftsmen sent
to fill in all of the blanks.
Life gets a little blurry.
The colors of eternity paint the motion
of the novel-next arising in a hurry
by: Matt Crowl
Image: Rock Stories XXVI by: Denise Lorenz, Colored Pencil on Paper – 2017