There was an hourglass
Filled with two kinds of sand
The first was named Chronos.
The second, Kairos.
When I came into the world
I already knew about Kairos
Born from God and
Made to return to Him.
Then I grew.
Not, at first, in wisdom
But in curiosity
About the world around.
It was there that I met Chronos
And decided I ought to explore
Its rhythm and
Let it compose the measures of my life.
Until the vicissitudes of time
Seemed to overtake the silent inflections
Of the Unoriginate Kairos, which
Created, invited, and elevated.
When I look back now,
I see how much was scattered.
I am saddened by what was missed
Broken by what was lost.
Somehow, though
The Eternal One never left the
Deep recesses of my soul.
I could always feel the spiration of Kairos.
Rising and falling as that which is Unknowable.
Loving, consoling, healing
Revealing, calling, and
Expecting a response that would finally break the glass
To drain the sands of Chronos.
And flood it with the sands of the desert
Made and known by Kairos
Who stands before, during, and after all time.
Now there is an hourglass
That is filled only with Kairos
And the few grains of Chronos that count
The meager years I have left.
In this world, which is
The desert of all deserts
Across which I crawl and
The mountain of all mountains
Up which I climb
Seeking only Kairos
That time of eternity
In which I see the Illuminated Darkness
And hear the Uncreated Silence.
This is God
The Holy Trinity
One in Essence and
Undivided.
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