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Through rolling Time’s interstices,

Which I thought neat and tightly sewn,

Sheer Panic pops—or is it Void?—

And rips a ragged hole so large

That Panic’s all there is.

Breath won’t come, I cannot breathe!

Except for short sharp anxious gasps.

Past and future are no more

The Now is nothing either,

Is death the only out? Please end!

But wait, I live!

I’m not in charge, I need not be,

Of breath and body rhythm.

Unsteady, though.

I search for sense

To make of where I’ve been.

My life is not my own, I see.

My breath’s a gift to me.

It’s not for me to make Time flow.

I’m not secure in any Now,

And Void is always nigh.

What Peace I have

Is when I rest

In Source beyond my “I,”

And seek to live in harmony

With Source who lives through me.

The Panic is a wake-up call

To see if I’m on track,

Remembering that I’m not in charge

Of getting born nor back.

I live in Time a little while;

It need not be intact.

I’m held by grace, unending Love;

E’en midst my fears, I can relax.

A man named Enoch “walked with God”

Until, we read, “he was no more

Because God took him.”1 Void’s redefined!

As Life with God forevermore.

As Time ticks on now, day by day,

The Void I feared now reminds me

That when I walk and talk with God

I do and do not cease to be.

1. The Holy Bible (NRSV), Genesis 5:24.