No Shadow of Turning

Turning turning turning

Becoming and unfolding

Ploughing this land

A dynamic state

Revolving and spinning

Tuned by His almighty hand

A dreidle of darkness and light

A whirling dervish of delight

Wheeling and moving in him

There’s no shadows to trace in the light

And no shadows to trace in the night

No iris or shutter can dim.

No vestige of of change in the unchanging lamb

That is the creature’s own call

No shadow of turning in the Great I AM

No phantom frenzy to fall