aeglyn Posted March 14, 2016 Report Share Posted March 14, 2016 "Eternal" They scoff at all the whispers From beyond the misty veil Gleaning unrequited rumorsAgainst which unbelievers flail. ‘There is only nothingness’ ‘No life unending bliss’ ‘No heaven’s cloudy castles’ ‘Or burning pitch in hell’s abyss’ The final silence all endure Once the puppet strings are cut But who was the puppeteer? That made our bodies strut? There is a simple answer For the animate in us We are supernal spirits Inside this mortal fuss Like a hand inside a glove Once removed is still a hand But there’s no longer impetus When it’s no longer manned. And whither do our natures go Now separate and free The vessel it once habitates Will surely cease to be So somewhere they are gathered Spirits light and aeriform Waiting for fulfillment To be renewed in perfect form The whispers we are hearing, If you consider such a thing, Could be just a living soul Free of pain and on the wing. Aeglyn March 201 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pam Posted March 16, 2016 Report Share Posted March 16, 2016 Love love love this. Keep the poems coming. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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