Afraid, are we?

[littlemanpoet]

Hi back to you, Samwise. Yes, I'm a poet. I have never been published or paid, but I cannot stop writing poetry. It's in the blood. Some of it's even good.

Interesting discussion about time and death. I happen to have written a pretty lousy poem that picks up on some of the themes you guys have been discussing, so here it is in all its glorious badness (seeing as it'll probably never see the light of published day anywhere). [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

Unsequenchable God

Oh! To live vividly,
reality layered in
beauty upon beauty
meaning upon meaning
joy upon joy
in trebled delight!

Is not mundane sameness of
sequential existing
a result
not of Time
but of human craving to control?

Of all I have known,
the One part of life that refuses to submit
to any attempts to
ritualize, consecutivize,
is God --
His reality
His presence
His activity
His unadulterated vital
Isness
impacting my now.

Is Time --
God's creation,
or our own?

Is Eternity God's Time,
(day and night, moon and season and year)
what remains when human divisions of time
(seconds, minutes, hours, quarters, biannuals)
are stripped away from life?

Like I said, atrocious. But I do see this division of two kinds of times, that which is in nature and that which is derived from human mechanization (which Tolkien warned us against).

Sorry to get your name confused, Rosa Underhill. I'm with you on the consolation in God. It's the only way I can imagine surviving eternity. And no, I don't think we'll be bored. I think it's going to be full of vivid, vital activity. After all, it's going to be a new heaven AND a new earth. Lots to do! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]