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This is a poem for a venture that Elgiva suggested: seeing if Down House,where Darwin and his devout wife lived while he wrote The Origin of Species, now a museum, might like a few sound installations, of poems underscored or set to music. This one, Bones, and Earth from The Music of the Spheres, might be what we offer them.

She:

I stand secure in time and space

In the eternal presence of God’s Grace

My feet upon the earth.

Tick

He:

I dig beneath those feet

Dislodging their grip

Disturbing their balance

Tick

She:

I live in a world shaped by the love of God

Each fragile whorl

of shell

created

for my delight.

Tick

He:

I see in shells

ancient striving

towards perfection,

blind, instinctive;

millennia before God.

Tick

She:

God made us Eternal; out of time.

Tick

He:

Time is the key that turns the whirr of creation.

We are in Time

Of time.

Time made us.

 

 

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