HYMN TO TIME
by Ursula K. Le Guin Time says “Let there be”
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending. Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.
pictures from the Hubble telescope -- nope, not mine. Nor John's.