There is something so perfect in Time.

We are rarely graced with opportune moments; but when sprinkled with serendipity, let us note these moments of wonder. Because for me, these moments are the defining markers for seeing Him in my life: they are the difference between a life of meaning and a life of random materialism. There is an opportune moment for everything – for speech, for philosophy, for friendship, for understanding. I say these moments are rare because too often we miss them in our impatience. And if we are lucky, they may befall us at another time. We can hope in time. All is healed in time, all is revealed in time.

On playing in time – I feel His presence most when playing in time. There is such equality, such eternity, in a strong and steady pulse. There is such evidence of order. Playing in time is like walking alongside something greater, in perfect parallel. And for this, I tip my hat to J.S. Bach.

And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they shall dwell, where there shall be no cloud nor sun, no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor silence, but one equal music, no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession, no foes nor friends, but one equal communion and identity, no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity. -- John Donne