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.
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