Soverenity

A balm of words and fear

Mixed to salve the wound - doubt

We are born sans completion

Our lives are foreign

Unnaturally separated from eternity

The mind overlooks the obvious

But the soul writhes

It swells with angst

We mask it with the speed of life

The vortex spins faster as we

Fall toward the bottom

Calendars grow and blossom

We pack 'em like moving boxes

And eventually time has no room to move

Packed in tight until we can't breathe

Life's portrait seems staged
The pen on the page is replaced

The ink and it's life are lost

To space between the keyboard

And the pixels.

The words on the printed page

Somehow hollow like life stowed tightly away

Like man separate from eternity

In our youth we grapple toward progress

Forward, onward, one step ahead

In age we look back

Wonder at wisdom        

Long for quiet and simplicity

Glassy waters, a graveyard buried in snow

The prairie sky on a cloudless day

Arctic stratum.

Clean, clear, still

Staring into the eyes of God

With no sound

But the color reflected in a still gaze

Eternity still and clear

As the atmosphere on a clear winter night

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