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Time In My Hands

Time In My Hands

I once held time in my hands
And infinity unto thine eye.

The universe held in divine—
Stagnation.
Reincarnation.

My life be but a whisper
Into thy heavens abound.

For what doth life bring?
If not but a mortal belonging. 
A calling, a reckoning? 

For God, in Him we live. 
And in Him we survive.

But what is it to survive?
‘Tis more than simply to live;
Or even to die.

To existing in blissful peace
Is all a man, as I, can ask.

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Angel

Nicely written poem like the photo as well angel

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