"Out of the reach of the hands of the clock"

Come Turn the Key

When time and space and distance loss and gain
Present themselves simultaneously
When differing paths meet to cross again
Having carried us here separately
Converge to a point neither first nor last
With the future almost touching the past

The most plausible possibility
For this pinwheel of pleasure paired with pain
Is that this is the now reminding you
To remind me to remind you to be
Here in the moment and not turn away

Not even a moment is guaranteed
Let alone an hour never mind a day
Yet this moment alone is all we need
Where we are alone with nothing to say
Out of the reach of the hands of the clock
There are no words for such things anyway

Come turn the key as we open the lock
Although unable to go back to when
Such things mattered they will not matter then
Because there will be no then anymore
When then becomes now in the anyhow

Anything is possible in the now
Come turn the key as we open the door

+Steven Curtis Lance



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