Only a Moment

The whole of a journey still to be traveled is much like a novel begun with threads of the story not yet unraveled and windings of plot to be spun. We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess. The hours are long till midnight’s chime. It seems like eternity, nevertheless, ‘tis only a twinkling in time. The wise old mysterious owl, unsurpassed at vigilance during the dark, in the lore of the past could events forecast, though lacking the song of the lark. Still future tomorrows are anyone’s guess when we’re in existence’s prime. It seems like eternity, nevertheless, ‘tis only a twinkling in time. Our lives stretch before us as endless array, neath skies bright with starry wishes, of vast possibilities all on display or feast of enticing dishes. To life’s great adventuring we acquiesce. We’ve many a mountain to climb. It seems like eternity, nevertheless, ‘tis only a twinkling in time. The universe also has spans of ascent (or multiverse, as some prefer, having ‘bubbles’ in space of dimensions bent with heavens discretely astir), together with cycles of cosmic regress, midst empyrean spheres sublime. It seems like eternity, nevertheless, ‘tis only a moment in time. On this earthly stage where we mortals play out our shenanigans, seldom wise, getting backed into corners with no way out, till at last we open our eyes, let’s endeavor our noblest selves to express ere we bow out of pantomime, for while seeming eternal, nevertheless, ‘tis only a moment in time… ~ Harley White