SNATCH FROM ETERNITY
by James L.S. Carter
Snatch from Eternity a pinch of time,
And call it Life, call it a time of Light,
A time of Love, a tunnel-end of white,
A wavy motion, an amaze, a rhyme,
For there are misty forests in the mind
With partiality of sound and sight
Where every demon of excess can fright
The thought-complacent and the thinking-blind
And if we falter on despair's abyss
And scare the shadow that we pass from us
We see this leafy-furnished home amiss
And fail to see as sweet and serious
The summit-sense of culminating bliss
That comes with growth's triumphant tenderness.
Copyright James L.S.Carter, March 2016, Edinburgh
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