When the fullness of time had come… - Galatians 4:4 (ESV, partial)
Nothing much happened,
at least not that you’d point to.
No crack in the sky.
No flare or sign.
Just the sense, standing there,
that things weren’t keeping pace.
Time, usually steady
as a road you’ve walked for years,
hesitated -
the way a horse does
when it smells water ahead
you haven’t seen yet.
The past, which knows its place,
didn’t move on as expected.
It stayed near,
like a field in winter,
not empty,
just waiting.
And the future,
that’s meant to keep its distance,
showed up early,
standing at the fence line,
acting as if it belonged there.
The clock struck midnight
and seemed content with it.
No need to hurry.
Just the tick
giving the tock
time to think it over.
If you were paying attention,
you could feel it:
the present growing heavier,
like frozen ground
holding seed
it has no business holding yet.
Nothing was undone.
Nothing was called back.
The road still led forward.
The fence stayed put.
But from then on,
each hour carried more
than it used to -
as though time itself
had learned it might be asked
to hold more than weather
or work
or sleep.
And went on anyway.
GBS jr
2017
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