Creeps one day closer.
Of life, yet friend whose whip compels
Our plea, “Lord, teach us to number our
(I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about eternity. I knew I wanted to write a poem, so I chose this meter--a nonet. It starts at one syllable and increases to 9.
The title is the first line, 1 beat. The second line is 2 beats and so on and so forth until you come full circle with the last line which is 1 beat.)