Time for a Poem
When reading Augustine I was,
I was not writing notes.
“Recall I will my favorite spot
On which to blog and post.”
I said these word too trusting
Of my memory so frail;
Augustine therefore, was not bluffing
When he spoke that memory may fail.
For upon finishing reading, I had forgotten
Where my most prized spot resided,
But at last ’twas found within this book.
This topic is a mystery, here’s how it looks:
“See how full of old errors are those who say:
‘What was God doing before He made…earth?'”
Augustine responds, “I boldly declare: Before God made
Heaven and earth, he was not making anything.
[For] if he was making anything,
It could only be something created.
…With an assurance…I know that
No created being was made
Before any creature came into being.”
What a bold declaration, indeed,
To state as fact that God created nothing prior to earth!
This my reaction to the read
Was rash and solely for the satisfaction
That I was right and not Augustine’s write
For I thought, “How can he know for sure?!”
Though the Bible, trusty companion of my heart,
Simply spake to me, the old Genesiac memory:
There was nihilo before the ever-existing One
Created the heavens and the earth.
Augustine verily had Scripture in mind;
I had wearily recalled noth’ but pride.
“There was therefore no time when You
Had not made something, because you made time itself.”
After Augustine’s quote of profundity above,
His following paragraph begins with words of love
And passion, in Dr. Hartenburg’s heart, but frankly, not mine,
Those words are as follows: “What is time?”
Citations: 229, 230