Elizabeth Wesley Poet Lyric

Eternity

When the bending sickle of a silver moon,
Floats with the fleeting moth too soon;
Then let us strum the golden lyre,
With poesy for flames of fire.

Let not the dreadful words of doom,
Fade away the roses bloom;
But pass through sun and candlelight,
To shine on day and the night.

A head that's crowned with rimy frost,
Has found a soul that is lost;
And looking at eternity,
We have two eyes that cannot see.

But as the reaper comes to reap,
Closing eyes in eternal sleep;
To forgive a troubled mind,
Then know that death is always kind.

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Terrell Martin August 18, 2011 at 4:47 AM Elizabeth, What can I say, I'm so glad I found you as well today...life (and poetry) is both our work and play. And thanks so much again for reading and reviewing several of my pieces herein contained...Because of you these thoughts are not in vain. PS: This poem about Eternity is right up my philosophical alley. Thanks so much for sharing your unique and one of a KIND consciousness:) Terry Martin

Robert Johnson July 17, 2011 at 12:57 PM Fleeting fancy of faithful flowers. Tells the tale of the hours. From nee to nigh, until goodbye. We lay our heads with eternal sigh. You inspire me Elizabeth.

Judy Ball July 16, 2011 at 6:31 AM How true. Death of this body is the thing that releases us from this earth to join the Father. Great job here. God Bless, JB

Don Johnson July 15, 2011 at 6:36 PM rhyme it's here i see , and flows like the river to the sea....on ya baba, xo, Don

Zzzzz Zzzzz July 13, 2011 at 4:29 AM Certainly a lyrical write. Very poetic language and good imagery. Love, Robert.

James Foulk July 11, 2011 at 10:59 AM very creative and well written piece. thank you for commenting on Memoires of Woolworth's. No they went bank rupt, but i think Wal mart had a lot to do with them going bank rupt, they went out of business after over 100 years, and it was at least 10 years ago, it may have been before your time, sounds like it anyway. they were one of the largest dime store chains in the world at one time.

Kash Poet July 11, 2011 at 10:24 AM Very thoughtful words penned here...an insightful poem Elizabeth..thanks for visiting my pages.

Nette Onclaud July 11, 2011 at 8:36 AM downright bewildering, elizabeth... ahhh, the forever of sleep; the weave of your words live in imagery.. :) huggs, nette

Poet Destroyer A July 11, 2011 at 8:17 AM a knock out poem... silver moon... wow! this is awesome,..p.d.

Johnny Sumler July 11, 2011 at 7:55 AM Wow this is a really an amazing poem Elizabeth! Love the tune and tone and content of this splendid write!

Johnny Sumler July 11, 2011 at 7:54 AM Wow this is a really an amazing poem Elizabeth! Love the tune and tone and content of this splendid write!