Is planted the thought;
The consciousness of eternity,
And the longing after it.
Other creatures are content,
Immersed in their time;
We bespeak another nature:
Disturbed by a thought,
Which shines high above
The roaring sea of circumstance,
In which we float.
When we say, eternity flows,
Around this bank,
Or that shoal of time;
Men know what we mean:
Heart answers unto heart;
And, silently, in each heart,
Lies that solemn thought:
Forever .......
It is a primal thought,
Deep in the soul of men:
A consciousness;
Outside the bounds of time;
Wherein we seek a beauty,
Beyond all that is lovely;
And the singularity of Truth.
1 comment:
Thank you Sarah; as you can tell, my verse is my response to my faith and an expression of my love for Yeshua, Almighty God.
I also have a podcast at cunneda.podomatic.com.; if you would like to listen.
By the way, my name is Charles; cunneda is simply a handle (the name of an ancient ancestor).
Again, thank you so much.
Charles
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