One Seventeen

I looked down
at my pocket watch.

Time had stopped
at one seventeen.

No cogs turning,
no hands moving,

no tick nor tock.
Yet life’s measure

is not by time 
but the fullness

of God’s presence
in my next breath. 

© Craig A Roberts, 2022

A poetic insight from Slow Wisdom - A Forgotten Virtue 

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