In Praise of Time
We marvel that so much
produces only
more of the same,
increased yet
diminished, no two
alike yet never
differing, earth to
soil, glacier to rain,
stardust to morning,
open, filled, wasted,
lost, killing, preserving,
making more, wanting.
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“In Praise of Time” last appeared here in May, 2016.
O at the Edges 
Your opening stanza covered me in the sands of time, amazingly profound words.
“We marvel that so much
produces only
more of the same,”
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When I was young I often had too much time on my hands. Nowadays, there’s never enough!
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I know, how time flies past us as we get olderer !! 😉
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Keeps picking up speed, too.
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Whoah. No words. Impressive.
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Thanks very much!
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Epic scope in a handful of lines. It is a wonder-filled and humbling meditation.
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Time encompasses the small and large!
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Yes it does, true to its paradoxical nature, something so abstract (at the theoretical end) and yet so concrete (my hip really hurt today!!). Many thanks for the beauty of thought you give to your readers.
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Thank you for your continued support, Craig.
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Ahhh – such truth in your words!
Great write
Love it 😊
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I’m so pleased it resonated! Thank you.
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Yes😊 I loved it!
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🙂
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