Eternity As a Moment

Think, therefore, because We are, immortal shining Bright as the sun a million Times over, relieved in shades Of light and dark. This which we Seek eludes the touch of Understanding and refuses to be Fathomed, to learn of just how deep This thing goes. ‘To Light’ we cry In the darkest hours of night When the fear settles on us like a pall And the ancient horrors walk the corridors Of our minds as we struggle to sleep. Silence remains forever elusive to even the Weariest of those courageous enough To search the abandoned roads that lead to No truth other than: the road goes forever on. Still, their lives were not in vain, for even Though they failed in their quest they found Something much more valuable. Purpose. A thing for which we are woefully lacking In our small existence on this hurtling rock. But in this, discouragement comes swiftly, Brutalizing the strongest and planting doubt That swells to be all consuming. Let it not Inhabit or take up residence, or it will surely Destroy. Search not for the silence, or the purpose, But only listen. The clamor is not in the least Unpleasant. In time it is the most beautiful Music to the lovers’ ears. It calms with the promise Of life lived and joy undiscovered. Peace. Uncompromised and Heavy with distilled hope. It flows like moonbeams To melt upon the soul. In the darkest of night, it comforts, And with the light, it binds.