Time says “Let there be” 

every moment and instantly 

there is space and the radiance 

of each bright galaxy. 

And eyes beholding radiance. 

And the gnats’ flickering dance. 

And the seas’ expanse. 

And death, and chance. 

Time makes room 

for going and coming home 

and in time’s womb 

begins all ending. 

Time is being and being 

time, it is all one thing, 

the shining, the seeing, 

the dark abounding.

Hymn to Time - Ursula K. Le Guin