Please take a minute to consider this 66-year-old poem as an interpretation of the nature of our own incarnation, our enfleshment, in this GAIAN/MOTHER EARTH aspect of the Cosmos. Your response would be valuable at the open global table. Peter

THE MINUTE.
I have only just a minute
Only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon me
Can’t refuse it.
Didn’t seek it.
Didn’t choose it.
But it’s up to me
To use it.
Give account
If I abuse it,
Heaven help me
If I lose it.
Just one tiny
Little minute;
But eternity
Is in it.