Life is impermanent, says the Buddha. Time is a perpetual perishing, says Whitehead. True, perhaps. But then there is poetry. Poetry helps us name things we love, so that we can "snatch out of time the passionate transitory." That's a phrase from Patrick Kavanagh in The Hospital. The poem is about the beauty of ordinary things, including things that pass away.
Maybe this is why God had to name things while creating the world. Perhaps God, too, was trying to snatch things out of time. If so, I suspect that God's snatching was also, and remains, a remembering. Whitehead thinks so. He speaks of the "consequent nature of God" as that side of God which flows through time, coming after each earthly event, remembering it forever.
Whitehead also speaks of God as the poet of the world. This doesn't just mean that God lures the world into life. It means that God remembers life when it passes away. "This is what love does to things," says Kavanagh in The Hospital. It takes the ordinary, the banal, the fading, and makes it holy.