The creeping darkness—really a creepy darkness, and
it smothers my horizon with narrowing view,
pressing smaller and smaller; and I wonder how it happened,
when years that seemed to stretch before me in a flowing forever
now shrink back on themselves,
time compressed in evanescent days.
And my pace seems almost as fast, this running to be productive and survive,
to live purpose, to live meaning, to live obedience;
but my pace is outpacing the sliver of light.
What is beyond this shrinking window,
this forever window
that one day I will skinny through?
Do the praying and hoping moments just stop and does a new now begin?
Or does the now spread wings and seamlessly blend with the eternity I have been living,
a fluid forever?
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For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with…
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A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 