The Last Heartbeat

was the precise moment when all things became

possible, and the sum of all history

(mystery, this) was (and is and is to come)

clenched like a fist in the second that contained

one heartbeat. Held there: infinity, every

decision, price, promise of hope not realized.

The second that wrote happy endings to

every story until the end of time

(and beyond) gave to truth a capital T.

The end (now) can be: happily ever

after. Joy is (now) more profound than sorrow

(never man spake as this man). Tomorrow is

(now) because: it is finished! wrung from the

heart of God forever for a finite world.

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