Troubled waters, raging ocean,
while the spirit hovered there,
or the garden, fruit forbidden
till Eve tempted by the snake;
every lore tells myth, creation,
mystery, though fools give dates,
as still, when our new year comes by
resolutions mar our paths.
Kairos blind to Chronos roll on,
only Spirit hourly solves,
people living in the moment
find a place where they can be;
so, though all creation’s groaning,
first fruits witnessed, so the claim,
when each element fills purpose
then each piece has found its way.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including Poetry Potion, printed journals and anthologies. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/