The Tick Tock

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A little away
the clock tick tocks
the time where
we know He knows
it tick tocks
the clock rocks

away
when all was lost
He left the stars
where love is lush to
touch our hands,
our heads, our souls,

standing
in His thunder
underneath in
the nothingness
of our ticking,
in the sea of our tocking,
in the ticking, the tocking,

away
when life was lost
and deliverance
crossed into our
land where love is losing,
where He touches our hands, our heads, our souls,
where He views this sphere so

away
ticking, tocking,
our sides
plumped with bumps
and clumps and thorny lumps
far away
from His sigh
of mercy,
of death, His death,
of life, His life,
of the tick tock
the clock rocks
today.

Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.

2 thoughts on “The Tick Tock

  • April 10, 2017 at 11:19 am
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    “away
    when life was lost
    and deliverance
    crossed into our
    land where love is losing,
    where He touches our hands, our heads, our souls,
    where He views this sphere so”

    I love this! I love how it parallels an earlier stanza but contrasts what He left behind and what He came to save.

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  • April 10, 2017 at 9:25 pm
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    Benjamin, you, sir, are a poet!

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