A Soul Spun Across A Bubble Of Time Poem by Terence George Craddock

like each individual ice crystal
never identical six arms snowflake

none no soul can ever be the same no human soul
can ever think feel breathe experience all the myriads
of life spec potential time seconds moments the same

a living soul is animated dust infused with a breath of life
a mere heartbeat that lives an entire lifetime in an ephemeral
moment spun before the eye of God across a bubble of time

in the froth of eternity in a cosmic ocean


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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