384 Living Space Nov. 2010

Posted on March 4, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The gap between
the tick and the tock
is all we have on
the face of the clock.
In the sum of that silence,
a brief absence of sound,
is all of our living
till our time comes around.
The metronome tick,
the metronome tock
are the rhythms of Death
as He gathers His flock.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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