Spinning revolving
moving through space
this race continues
without my thought
or worry
Gravity and what
remains unseen
explosions and what
remains unheard
a fury
Your Word never dormant
just waiting for the
moment newness swallows
death rarely
in a hurry
Caught in the fullness of time
at just the right time
when the time was right
these lines seem
blurry
So my trust like love
has intention and my
rest like faith waits close
but not anxiously
for glory
love this poem, Craig! Looking back really does give us our future goggles!