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.
I stand secure in time and space
In the eternal presence of God’s Grace
My feet upon the earth.
I dig beneath those feet
Dislodging their grip
Disturbing their balance
I live in a world shaped by the love of God
Each fragile whorl
for my delight.
I see in shells
millennia before God.
God made us Eternal; out of time.
Time is the key that turns the whirr of creation.
We are in Time
Time made us.