Eternity (or is it?)
Eternity
There is laundry to fold
inside, towering
in the corner chair.
But there are fireflies
in the dandelions
and I’ve been told
they might not be
around forever.
I spent an eternity waiting
In line at checkout at the grocery store
The other day.
I think I have actually said that.
And the universe rolled its eyes
I can’t believe in eternity,
not really,
not when everything seems so temporal.
As a kid I learned of the future heat death of the universe
and I was inconsolable.
I couldn’t square it with the teachings of
Heaven and
Hell
and a God who existed with no beginning or end.
Perhaps eternity is simply this:
existing outside the bubble of time,
floating like a star,
with years lined up before you
like numbers on a slide rule.
Eternity is a many dimensioned thing
this moment here writing on the computer
at same time camping on the north shore on a cold rainy day
and remembering a discussion with friends and family ages ago about Eternity.
I wouldn't want
to be immortal.
At least,
not here.
But it's comforting
to imagine
somewhere
I could go on
and on
with you.
Where love would grow
deeper and further
fresher and
fuller
until even the ocean felt small
from the place we stood
wading along the shores
of goodness.
Eternity.
I stood at my window.
Peering across my garden.
I asked the silence
surrounding me,
What is eternity?
She answered.
Look.
The Great Blue Heron
flew over my pond.
Straight across the water.
I watched.
Rhythmic wings.
Gliding.
Never straying from its course.
Disappearing in the distance.
4 kids.
1 car.
600 miles.
thinking back
to Saturday morning cartoons
or Friday night sitcoms
and it feels like an
eternity ago
in the present
despair of the
events of days ago
thinking of better times
seems an eternity away
in the future
BUT
there must be
more to
than just
Time and Distance
eternity
must be
here and now
the idea of
being idyllic
must must be included
in painful events,
shouldn't it?
Unless
is just a word
to describe
infinity.
Today and
On days when
I feel
powerless
I want,
No, I demand
to be
more
I have spent hours trying to
wrap my brain around the
idea of eternity.
I still can't make sense of it.
The thought that this, or any, life
could continue forever
seems utterly impossible.
I have the same problem with
understanding how it
could all just end,
that suddenly we could just
no longer exist anywhere.
I'm not really sure either option
makes a lot of sense,
and trying to figure it out
just frustrates me.
So instead, I think about
the millions of ways
we all live on,
in others,
in pictures,
on pages,
in the trees and flowers.
Maybe not for eternity,
but for a while.
For now.
I don’t know much about eternity
But when I see summer turn to fall,
Fall to winter, winter to spring, and
Spring to summer
I know there is something
cyclical with death
And I’m comforted in the
mystery of it
Sometimes these all feel
like an eternity
the distance
between mile markers
on a long run
the time between
surgery and recovery
waiting for loved ones
to arrive for an overdue visit
longing for
while at the same time
working towards
systemic change
Before she died
I thought that people last forever
but now I understand
it is only love
and memories
which are for all eternity
Sometimes, I really believe
That I’ve had a past life
And that my Spirit is just in a new body
And if it turns out that’s true
Then I wonder who I will be a thousand years from today
Have we already met each other?
You and Me?
If so, “Hello again.”
It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
An absolute eternity.
I’ve missed you.
Never ends
But this moment does
My goals are written
My to do list screams
My children beckon
How do I balance today
With eternity
I think this is my favourite of yours yet! So much to think about and imagine... Love it. That's for sharing!
Eternity
There is laundry to fold
inside, towering
in the corner chair.
But there are fireflies
in the dandelions
and I’ve been told
they might not be
around forever.
I spent an eternity waiting
In line at checkout at the grocery store
The other day.
I think I have actually said that.
And the universe rolled its eyes
I can’t believe in eternity,
not really,
not when everything seems so temporal.
As a kid I learned of the future heat death of the universe
and I was inconsolable.
I couldn’t square it with the teachings of
Heaven and
Hell
and a God who existed with no beginning or end.
Perhaps eternity is simply this:
existing outside the bubble of time,
floating like a star,
with years lined up before you
like numbers on a slide rule.
Eternity is a many dimensioned thing
this moment here writing on the computer
at same time camping on the north shore on a cold rainy day
and remembering a discussion with friends and family ages ago about Eternity.
I wouldn't want
to be immortal.
At least,
not here.
But it's comforting
to imagine
somewhere
somewhere
I could go on
and on
with you.
Where love would grow
deeper and further
fresher and
fuller
until even the ocean felt small
from the place we stood
wading along the shores
of goodness.
Eternity.
I stood at my window.
Peering across my garden.
I asked the silence
surrounding me,
What is eternity?
She answered.
Look.
The Great Blue Heron
flew over my pond.
Straight across the water.
I watched.
Rhythmic wings.
Gliding.
Never straying from its course.
Disappearing in the distance.
4 kids.
1 car.
600 miles.
Eternity
thinking back
to Saturday morning cartoons
or Friday night sitcoms
and it feels like an
eternity ago
in the present
despair of the
events of days ago
thinking of better times
seems an eternity away
in the future
BUT
there must be
more to
Eternity
than just
Time and Distance
eternity
must be
here and now
the idea of
eternity
being idyllic
must must be included
in painful events,
shouldn't it?
Unless
Eternity
is just a word
to describe
infinity.
Today and
On days when
I feel
powerless
I want,
No, I demand
eternity
to be
more
I have spent hours trying to
wrap my brain around the
idea of eternity.
I still can't make sense of it.
The thought that this, or any, life
could continue forever
seems utterly impossible.
I have the same problem with
understanding how it
could all just end,
that suddenly we could just
no longer exist anywhere.
I'm not really sure either option
makes a lot of sense,
and trying to figure it out
just frustrates me.
So instead, I think about
the millions of ways
we all live on,
in others,
in pictures,
on pages,
in the trees and flowers.
Maybe not for eternity,
but for a while.
For now.
I don’t know much about eternity
But when I see summer turn to fall,
Fall to winter, winter to spring, and
Spring to summer
I know there is something
cyclical with death
And I’m comforted in the
mystery of it
Sometimes these all feel
like an eternity
the distance
between mile markers
on a long run
the time between
surgery and recovery
waiting for loved ones
to arrive for an overdue visit
longing for
while at the same time
working towards
systemic change
Before she died
I thought that people last forever
but now I understand
it is only love
and memories
which are for all eternity
Eternity
Sometimes, I really believe
That I’ve had a past life
And that my Spirit is just in a new body
And if it turns out that’s true
Then I wonder who I will be a thousand years from today
Have we already met each other?
You and Me?
If so, “Hello again.”
It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
An absolute eternity.
I’ve missed you.
Eternity
Never ends
But this moment does
My goals are written
My to do list screams
My children beckon
How do I balance today
With eternity
I think this is my favourite of yours yet! So much to think about and imagine... Love it. That's for sharing!