gregory luce
No one
the hour
No one knows
the day and hour
No one
knows the day or the hour
Best
seek
Best not
to seek
Best
to seek not
Best to seek
not to know
For I have
Eyes
For I have seen
in the eyes
The day and hour
rise in
The day and hour rise
in the eyes of the dead
And the shadow
fall
And the shadow fall
and drape across
The shadow fall and drape
across the eyes of the dead
and the living
My eyes have seen
what my hand fears to write
The day and the hour
the shadow falls
“Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my
Father only.” –Matthew 24: 35-36
Sunday, March 20, 2011
gregory luce - day and hour
gregory luce
is the author of the chapbook Signs of Small Grace (Pudding House Publications) and Drinking Weather (Finishing Line Press). His poems have appeared in numerous print and online journals, including Kansas Quarterly, Rikka (Canada), Iron (UK), Cimarron Review, Shades of Gray, Dancing Shadows Review, Innisfree Poetry Review, If, The Scrambler, Pear Noir, Concise Delight, Northern Virginia Review, and in the anthology Living in Storms (Eastern Washington University Press, January 2008). He lives in Washington, D.C. where he works as Production Specialist for the National Geographic Society.
