I look at how quickly time is catching up, that someday the curtains will close on me. Yet I’m taken aback to think that this “end”, in fact, has no ending. Startling, yet so comforting. Failing in the past, struggling with the present, yet Eternity for a future. An Eternity that must be shared.
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I saw myself
Ageing in the mirror
But oh my eyes, they did not lie
Of that I was bestowed
That.. of endless time.
And God forbid
I withhold Its shine!
For all, in lofty eyes, precious
Yet nimble as these wrinkling appendages.
But oh! That which wrinkles, withers
Take it, I do not care.
Withal, I will do, I will dare.
For Death will, in my eyes stare
But my regret, my conscience…
He will never bear.
-AfterTim-
Beautiful. We are energy in essence. Energy wants to transform - it can never be destroyed. Our lives are but a mere sprinkling of the infinity we experience everyday.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, the essence of our lives lay not on this mortal earth, but where we choose to spend eternity. Thank you for your kind visit, Nicole.
DeleteTim, your reflections on aging were digested this morning. Ah, we can't stop time, but we can appreciate what time brings, warts and all. Thanks for sharing. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletePleasure having you here, Diana. You are absolutely right. We run past time so quickly that we simply cannot afford to worry over things we cannot change. Always a joy having you here.
DeleteA day passed and you're now a day closer to eternity, tht's the beauty of aging...
ReplyDeleteI suppose the beauty of ageing very much depends on where we will spend our eternity. And that in itself can be a scary thought, if we have not the divine assurance of our Creator. Its not easy to accept our ageing, but yes, essentially you are right.
DeleteYour lovely poem and Nicole's poetic comment express my view, at least most of the time, about getting older. It's all good. Not very poetic, but true anyway. Thanks for stopping by my blog. So glad to visit yours.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind reply, Galen. Pleasure having you here. Hope to hear from you more often (=
DeleteLove this poem. Well-penned!
ReplyDeleteFar too kind with your comments, but thank you nevertheless. Pleasure having you here.
DeleteVery vividly described. It is not ageing of the body, but that soul that is more alarming.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Indeed it is worth asking where our spirit dwells after we pass this earth. A question discovering in our lifetime. Thank you for dropping by, Darakhshan.
Deletevery beautifully penned, an intense and thought provoking poem..loved it.
ReplyDeleteHumbled by your visit, Kitty, as usual. Appreciate your comments and thoughts.
DeleteI am a particular fan of the final stanza; very punchy, more monosyllabic words compared to the opening two - the contrast works very well! Brings to mind the finality and swiftness of death.
ReplyDeleteAmelia
Thanks Amelia, for your detailed analysis of the post! Honoured by your visit, really. Hope to hear more from you!
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