Time is a myth.
Oh, think what this can mean
To all who harbor past regret,
Or have a secret dread of ills
The future might beget.
God knows no time
In which to limit love.
"That which is to be, hath been,"
Is wisdom from above.
The passing of the solar year
For child or patriarch sage
Unfolds a truth they both may share—
God's image knows no age.
Time is a myth.
Poems
TIMELESSNESS
From the January 1946 issue of The Christian Science Journal