“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God,
who is and who was and who is to come,
– Revelation 1:8 New Revised Standard Version
Sometimes, in the space where I’m drifting off to sleep,
texts I’ve heard recently,
words I’ve just read,
and songs I’ve sung in the past
meet up in my mind.
They’re a bit shy, a little nervous,
not sure they should be in the same place at the same time.
That summer was a new beginning, a new end.
When I look back, I remember my slippery
hands of paint and the sound of Papa’s feet
on Munich Street, and I know that small
piece of the summer of 1942 belonged to only
one man. Who else would do some painting for
the price of half a cigarette? That was Papa,
that was typical, and I loved him.
– Markus Zusak, in The Book Thief
Alpha and Omega.
First and Last.
Before the beginning and beyond the end.
Always there. Always here.
Past. Present. Future.
Yet we measure time in discrete bits, distinct seasons.
That was then.
A new beginning. A new end.
This is now.
Also a new beginning and a new end.
In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing, in our life, eternity.
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
– Natalie Sleeth, “In the Bulb There Is a Flower,” verse 3
Linear. One thing after another. Never to go back.
Circular. One thing after another. Back at the beginning again.
Timeless with God.