In one split second, one nano-second
his fear and apprehension left. He
simply had read the words Alpha and

Omega. How long would it last? How
long does kairos last, that which has
no beginning and end, just the eternity

of the moment? Now, given chronos, into
which he just emerged, in one split
second, one nano-second, some serenity

was already fading away. And so it is —
the give and take, the harmonizing,
unifying, the heavenly, devilish play

between kairos and chronos, between
Alpha and Omega, between past, future
and, of course, all of it here right

now as Godric asked, “Am I daft, or
is it true there’s no such thing as
hours past and other hours still to

pass, but all of them instead are all at
once and never gone? Is there no time
lost that ever was? Is there no time yet

to come that’s not here now?”* He looked
up from the pad of paper and putting the
pen down wondered where the time had gone.

*from Godric by Frederick Buechner