Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Friday, July 15, 2011
The Promise of A New Age
The pen has run as dry as dust, The ink is pale and gray, The wealthy man, the upper crust Seem wan, and walk away. A silent clock clicks on and on The dusk has passed to light; An age has turned in to the dawn And banished failing night.
Wow Tabby, this is a really good poem! The title and poem kind of reminds me of the new heaven and new earth. It got me wondering a little bit more about what heaven and the new earth will be like; it gets you thinking about the things we will get to do and the things we probably won't do anymore. Will we still write books, or newspapers on the new earth? With time ceasing to exist, will we still desire to write? Never having night anymore, or having to worry about what time it is will be interesting. It's all so fascinating and exciting to think about. =)Very well written Tabby!
Wow Tabby, this is a really good poem! The title and poem kind of reminds me of the new heaven and new earth. It got me wondering a little bit more about what heaven and the new earth will be like; it gets you thinking about the things we will get to do and the things we probably won't do anymore. Will we still write books, or newspapers on the new earth? With time ceasing to exist, will we still desire to write? Never having night anymore, or having to worry about what time it is will be interesting. It's all so fascinating and exciting to think about. =)Very well written Tabby!
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