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Accepting Eternity
Mental alerts send shocking images,
Of an hourglass void of it's sand.
I glance down at my watch in confusion,
And see it's missing every hand.
Realization begins to dawn on me,
And I stagger under vicious blows.
I wonder if time is in suspension,
As my soul prepares for repose.
Internally it's an obvious struggle,
Some things cannot be forgiven.
The amends I've made don't compare,
To all the pain that keeps me driven.
Time now seems to be so obsolete,
I can't comprehend if I ever woke up.
A broken mind in a broken sleep,
I frequently wake and often choke up.
My faith leads to certain questions,
I want to ask this one specific vermin.
Instead I prayed that Jesus answer,
And I heard His voice within a sermon.
"The time is now my son, come along,
For you, I prepared a special place.
Let me wash your feet and serve you,
And accept My Father's loving Grace."
Then I saw that hourglass as it is,
And I picked up the closest limb.
I swung on that metaphoric glass,
And the loudest cheer I heard was Him.
Copyright ©
Scottie Jackson
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