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The Minutes: A Poem

Updated on August 28, 2011
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Walking, slowly, deftly, soundly,


Caressing my feet is the earth,


The foundation for the path,


A long and winding road,


Sometimes rocky, so my toes are coarse,


But still curling in anticipation,


For every footstep rising and falling,


A fleeting mark upon the ground,


The wind moves it swiftly with rhythm,


To the beat of my heart,


Both ticking off the moments,


Like a clock measuring the sands of time.


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      Dr Anupma Srivastava 5 years ago from India

      Time is precious and ur poem defines well its quality....

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      5 years ago

      voted up.

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Thanks so much, anupma! That's exactly what I was going for. :)

      f: Thanks!

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      Dr Anupma Srivastava 5 years ago from India

      U r most welcome, Ebower. Truly u r a creative writer......... Keep it up

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I shall happily continue. :)

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      5 years ago

      The last line reminds me of the verse 'The sands of time are sinking'; know it?

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      No, I don't believe I've read that line, but I knew when I was writing this that the phrase 'the sands of time' had been used many times before.

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      5 years ago

      'The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks;

      The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes:

      Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,

      And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.'

      Written by Anne Cousin. Her full words (there are more stanzas) could be accessed on the Web.

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      That's beautiful! Thanks for sharing. :)

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      5 years ago

      YW. Thematically, it can be good to relate to similar lines from established poets, I think. Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      You could be right; as long as it doesn't seem like one 'copied' another's writing.

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      5 years ago

      Oh, your originality is so important, yes.

      (I was just thinking along the lines of nothing being new under the sun!)

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Good point!

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      SheliaKay 5 years ago from Marietta, Ohio..... but born and raised in Northern Ohio on Lake Erie

      I do enjoy your poems. Thanks for sharing

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Thanks, SheliaKay! I'm glad you like them. :)

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      5 years ago

      The title Alpha and Omega in this connection would also make a great study!

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Yes, do you mean 'the beginning and the end'?

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      5 years ago

      Yes, this is the idea. One of the Lord's titles in Revelation.

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I definitely see the connection now. :)

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      5 years ago

      You see? all about His being Lord over time and eternity.

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Amen.

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