
“Manshape, that shone
Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black out; nor mark
Is any of him at all so stark
But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,
A heart’s-clarion! Away grief’s gasping, | joyless days, dejection.
Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; | world’s wildfire, leave but ash:
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.”
–from “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection”
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
“and time beats level”: or else you could say that death comes to us all. But then came the death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. The born again experience. Now we have access to the Presence of God through His precious Blood. Death is experienced by those who are locked into fallen nature and time. Eternal life is experienced by those who are freed from fallen nature (by faith in Jesus Christ) and now have entered into timelessness.
The Presence of God is the eternal here and now. The Presence of God is in the continual present tense.
“Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.”
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.”
–from “Burnt Norton”, FOUR QUARTETS by T.S. Eliot
The death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ conquered death and time.
I John I:7: “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.”
Have a very blessed and timeless Resurrection Sunday from the mountains of Idaho.

Happy Resurrection Sunday from the ocean of California
Speaking of California, here is a pleasant memory of me hitchhiking in California a number of years ago:
Sleeping at the Post Office in Bridgeport, California
thanks for sharing; I enjoyed reading it!
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