{"id":3298,"date":"2013-12-11T10:02:53","date_gmt":"2013-12-11T15:02:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=3298"},"modified":"2013-12-11T10:02:53","modified_gmt":"2013-12-11T15:02:53","slug":"where-lies-eternity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/where-lies-eternity\/","title":{"rendered":"Where lies Eternity?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Several things motivated this piece. A question from a friend, provoking realization that some truly good things end. One such thing was the very recent passage of a great man, back into the dust<\/a> from whence all of us were formed.\u00a0 Nelson Mandela<\/a> returns to eternity’s pool, there to swim with the likes of other rare souls such as Mahatma Gandhi<\/a> and Mother Teresa<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I count myself blessed to have walked upon the face of this earth with two such gloriously serene souls. You should too.<\/p>\n

~ Where lies Eternity?<\/strong> ~<\/em><\/p>\n

Is time the constant that it seems,<\/em>
\n or is it something mystical, and unseen,<\/em>
\n the immeasurable, between,<\/em>
\n varying with the wind,<\/em>
\n slowing its passage past the sun,<\/em>
\n or the age of the heart within.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n If eternity is merely time,<\/em>
\n does it vary with its where,<\/em>
\n or is it constant, and everywhere?<\/em>
\n Time multiplied, is eternity.<\/em>
\n Yet how measure we,<\/em>
\n this thing we so casually call,<\/em>
\n eternity?<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Longer than a universe\u2019s life,<\/em>
\n or from a universe\u2019s birth, till its demise,<\/em>
\n the trajectory of light, into a black hole,<\/em>
\n the gravity that marks,<\/em>
\n the circuit of a sun,<\/em>
\n or of a heavenly body, overrun,<\/em>
\n from humanity’s rise, until to its past due fall<\/em>
\n the duration, of a momentous human life,<\/em>
\n or the entire passage, of a seemingly insignificant fly,<\/em>
\n where in all these things, does eternity lie?<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Or is it shorter still,<\/em>
\n from a dusk, until wherever\u2019s new dawn<\/em>
\n a single day, trapped in a job that we despise,<\/em>
\n hours, spent in bliss,<\/em>
\n with the ones we so will miss,<\/em>
\n the duration of a dream,<\/em>
\n another changeling thing,<\/em>
\n or a minute, in a chastised child\u2019s eye,<\/em>
\n the full circuit of, a single drop of blood,<\/em>
\n as it courses through our veins,<\/em>
\n does eternity terminate,<\/em>
\n when our blood\u2019s movement, ends,<\/em>
\n when our blood becomes still?<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n I think that it might,<\/em>
\n and thus is a soul\u2019s plight,<\/em>
\n to return to the void,<\/em>
\n and there<\/em>
\n to begin,<\/em>
\n Again.<\/em><\/p>\n

~<\/em>
\n{Should you so wish, you may find other bits of thought cast in lyrical form on the page named [Samples]<\/a>, linked above. Or simply browse around my blog, or head back into the web without further pause – your choice, this a moment of your eternity, to be spent as you will.}<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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