This poem is my attempt at a metaphysical poem. I like the cluttered collage of images, but I wish the rhymes were better. Perhaps it would be better unrhymed, but it is what it is.
I live my life in a narrow well
Deeply resourced, but still a cell
Pushed upward by time, walled in by space
Truly this is the turtle’s race
Trapped I am in the day by day
But my hopes by faith escape today
To reflect the beauty of Thy face
And crown the end of this turtle’s race
When time’s measure at last is full
On Spirit’s wings I’ll leave the pool
I’ll burst full-born into eternity’s space
To crown Thee with Thy daily grace
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