Transcendental Sonnet #1213:
Time to Heal

for Silke

Pregnant with the promise of New Moon skies
At three times three the ninth hour I arise
The veil is drawn now such that black is clear
Peter said "it is good Lord to be here"
And so it is my words are his tonight

Within the moment whether here or there
It is always good to be anywhere
But in the darkness shines the brightest light

The moon will disappear to reappear
Will die to be reborn and so will we
Who wax and wane who ebb and flow who bear
The burdens and the blessings of the wheel
The turning of the universe: we feel
It turn from time to kill to time to heal



+Steven Curtis Lance

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