by Caroline Allen

When time presses down all its significance, each moment crushes with eternal weight, crashes, as a wave. It batters me. I can’t articulate how I think of Jesus’ experience of eternity on earth in His omniscience. A droplet hits my face. Intensity of presence and transcendence. This ETERNAL NOW. 

My poetry dissolves in my hands unformed. Still, there is a satisfaction in crossing this passage and these many false starts.

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Caroline Allen is from Raleigh, NC. She is an avid reader and finds writing and collage creative outlets for expressing and experiencing faith. Her work is published in Ekstasis Magazine, Poetry for Mental Health, and Solid Food Press. Her day job is working in administration and conference management at the University of North Carolina.