The Arc

Spun between two points in time,
vectors balanced to purposed end,
hold truth to chords of life once struck,
reach, to ancient hands do lend.

Therein lies the arc of present,
stretched in frozen moment’s flux,
whereby decisions roll the view
to what we witness, what we trust.

Amidst the ether, frozen there,
the works of man and nature framed
in temporal need and thoughts of God,
summed in living’s passioned flame.

The arc’s of all free willed in living
do stitch a common temporal fabric,
that pulls, as gravity, twixt motioned arcs,
influence “now” to peace, or tragic
failings of the interaction.
For influence is a duty, thus
enhance those close to see the truth,
share the witness, share the trust.

Peace, compassion in calmness lay
where flux amidst the ether stands
to give a grip to hopeful point,
to shape tomorrow by merit’s hands.

In every moment’s fractioned fraction,
points of choice give rise to lend
every soul a chance to change
the path to future’s arc, and bend
the fabric to a peaceful state,
smooth the wrinkles, soften lines,
there change the world to what we choose,
stretch the hope beyond our time…