"Woven strand by living strand / Proven hand by loving hand"

Time Out When all is balanced in equipoise Time our existential background noise Is not so distracting then And we are in less of a hurry But we know time will come when It stops for us and this is what we worry About when time is in doubt About time then to take time out To be out of time is to be immortal Through death or through madness the portal Of interface the meeting place Where time becomes interwoven with space Joined where the woof and the warp of Reality is woven There where what is real is proven Woven strand by living strand Proven hand by loving hand To live new laws of motion To love in waves of the spacetime ocean Where the music we hear is the atmosphere Around below and above Where everyone knows everything is love To be out of time is a good way to be But if death or madness is too much you Can take time out for a moment or two An interstitial interlude Wherein you refuse To choose that which you do not choose Nor mind being rude Gleaning the meaning of an untimely mood From death and madness finding out A third if temporary way to learn As we turn away even as we turn When all is balanced in equipoise Sometimes it comes through as it comes true That time is more than existential background noise As we take time out for a moment or two Of the silence in the music of untimely joys Our father who art as we remember Mother who made us the way we are We sow April but reap September Gleaning the meaning of a fallen star In dry stubbled fields of December When we are speechless what do we say To turn and not to be turned away? Father mother one another Why we are and why we bother Now is when we take our turn Woven strand by living strand Time to live and love and learn Proven hand by loving hand When time is in doubt About time then to take time out +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX