"The When that Wasn´t (poem)" by Emma-Jane C. Smith

The when that wasn’t that was not now


Come hither and tell us of the how


Did death not live to cast the die


Did life not die to see it cry

For history made was gone to dust


Did not create what was a must


Time traverse a different route


And then for all must we doubt

For no more was man created


As it was that God had fated


The dark of night forever born


No man to see a day to dawn

And in this nothing God did dwell


Was in itself no more than hell


And naught of man to see from whence


For naught to see a miracle hence

Because of all immortal’s blunders


There is no future full of wonders


To dwell alone in the great abyss


There is every mortal thing to miss

No angels to seek the souls of pure


And make true all that need a cure


Past and present, are all connected


No future now is ever protected

For none shall see a babe to weep


In a mother’s arms to keep


Silent now the ancient screams


Life is now nothing more than dreams

The when that wasn’t that was not now


Come hither, I’ll tell you of the vow


Should death not live to cast the die


Should life not die to see it cry

By Emma-Jane Smith