Auckland New Zealand
These are not my words, but a rather haunting little piece which has stuck in my memory for many years. In view of what is fast approaching us, I thought I would share them with you, because, although short, I think they are all-encompassing - even a little spine-chilling!
If anyone knows who the author is, I would be most interested to hear. Thanks.
THE SHADOW BY MY FINGER CAST
DIVIDES THE FUTURE FROM THE PAST.
BEHIND ITS UNRETURNING LINE,
THE VANISHED TIME, NO LONGER THINE.
BEFORE IT LIES THE UNKNOWN HOUR,
IN DARKNESS, AND BEYOND THY POWER.
ONE HOUR ALONE IS IN THINE HANDS-
THE “NOW” ON WHICH THE SHADOW STANDS.