-- The Hour Near --

by John Herlihy

They ask about the hour,

The true answer to hear.

A bell tolls in a far tower,

Indeed, the hour is near.

Waiting inspires patience,

When will the hour come.

Seeking to find resilience,

Whatever be the outcome.

Night surrenders the hour,

As the dawn appears bright.

Day’s bud blooms as flower,

Over the horizon flees night.

Midnight hour, hour of dawn,

Time beats hours in the heart.

Hour of the wolf and the fawn,

When day and night break apart.

In the hour, anticipation sweet,

The mythical moment laid bare.

Finally, the Lord God to greet,

I humbly bow my head in prayer.

The hour meets the eternal now,

Suddenly, the hour draws near.

Awareness beckoning somehow,

The call of the hour echoes here.

The hour never advanced or delayed,

Hovering as a premonition ever near.

Forever in its rightful place it stayed,

Held in the heart of humanity dear.

Hour of life and the hour of death,

Hour of mystery, hour of intrigue.

Hour to arrive when no time left,

Approaching suddenly as blitzkrieg.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Wednesday 29 January 2025