A breach has developed between myself and life –
immeasurably subtle yet, discernible . . . discernible.
I keep coming back to it or, it keeps coming back to me,
a tear in the fabric; a peering through –
deeper, essential, within me and yet, also
flowing towards me –
a hint of my immortality
to match existence, to match God.
I strongly suspect then this flowing towards me
continuously has been flowing towards me eternally.
I turn another corner and know, or suspect I know,
there’ll always be another corner to turn, always,
this being just another inimitable
stretch on an endless highway to nowhere,
forever and ever without end, amen.
O child of God, what destination lies beyond infinity?
On what date shall your eternity come to an end?
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