Far Eternal
Sonnet
Published on November 16, 2020
Far Eternal
Sonnet
Not all past is dead, nor all alive in future,
Not even bodied present truly alive appears.
A miniscule sliver separates truth and errors,
The sprawling world a living field for its capture.
Torn references on shattered mirrors of mind
Are pinhole glimpses of something beyond us
Dazzling and baffling our valiant mind compass,
An everywhere North mocks our minds confused.
The director of thy actor’s role is in thee too
Fashioning thy masks various and scripts thy lines
In abyss and heights its His artistry that shine,
Even from spectator eyes glimpse His flame true.
Boldly then mount the hours and galloping years,
By such alone the far Eternal immutably nears.