Biblical Time

                                          By Victor McAllister 

 

Slow aging Adam knew constant springtime,

Nine hundred years was a common lifetime.

                        His long-aged children maturity resist, 

            While the earth was watered by nightly mist.

But evil spread, til God in righteous rage,

With a global flood destroyed that golden age.

 

Then came cyclical time - solar and lunar,

Now the youth becomes the honeymooner.

At one hundred thirty years, old Jacob remarks,

            Life has been short and hard, unlike the patriarchs.

Soon their days were three score and ten,

The flower of the field the measure of men.

 

            Variable clocks dripped time for the Caesars,

And grey haired youth their brow it creases.

Twas the age of iron and Roman fame,

When the God-man was born, Jesus by name.

Twas the fulness of time, the end of the ages,

My sins for his righteousness Jesus exchanges.


The renaissance returned the Roman civilization,

Culture, law, and philosophy in regurgitation.

            With the pendulum’s unchanging time ever ticking,

Science begotten by its mathematical clicking.

Then came the age of steam, electrons and rail,

The earth subdued so industry could prevail.


The last age of man - time’s digital measure,

Life ever hastens as faster clocks dither.

With wisdom confused by wild amoral song,

In monstrous rebellion man rushes headlong.

Great fiery asteroids rain down on the doomed,

The age of science completely consumed.

 

The earth is restored as King Jesus rules,

And Mount Zion sparkles with gold and jewels.

Peace and justice and great fields of grain,

While righteousness falls on all like the rain.

Life’s clock is now the slow aging tree,

As songs of joy ring out the age of jubilee.

 

Some say that in eternity there is no time,

Sunless, moonless, no night - time has no chime.

Yet the Tree of Life measures time unending,

Fruiting each month with leaves for healing.

There are no endings in the last age of song,

Time filled with praises forever runs on.


@Copyright 2004 Victor McAllister

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