I was walking down my path one day,
and I stumbled upon eternity.
I was surprised.
It didn’t look at all like I thought it would.
I expected space and time, merging in a stream of creation.
Galaxies, giving birth to solar systems.
Black holes, opening onto parallel universes.
Restless atoms, zooming in and out of reality.
I thought I would see the world’s Soul, suspended in bliss.
But eternity didn’t look like any of that.
It was a hairy bumble bee,
gracefully caressing the tiny purple flowers in a lavender bush.
A tear, plump and salty, rushing to join the ocean,
out of the corner of a baby’s eye.
A cricket in love, playing his part in a majestic choral symphony.
A seahorse, galloping the undercurrents of a tropical sea.
A pearl, white, and full of tiny rainbows.
It was my heart, pulsating gently, rocking my life back and forth.
I picked up eternity,
because it was so pretty,
and now I carry it with me everywhere I go.
God is everywhere in everthing on earth and eternity is belieiving on his love and his saving us on the cross and if we believe Heaven is the answer for us.
Going in a straight line for eternity can be done, but then we miss all the rest of the 360 degrees. I would like to travel through infinity, cut a hole in the wall at the end and claim what is on the other side. It is amazing how man has conjured up just such words to describe what he can't possibly comprehend. Speaking of the straight line through eternity and the 360 degrees from where we are (our center) then imagine a one degree yaw and you can have another infinite pattern just like the first. I used to use a baseball to explain this concept to my students. You can go straight out from any point on a baseball an infinite distance, you can divide the dimensions as often as you like, but there well never be a way to cover all the possibilities and when two objects travel away from a point on a ball, their path gets farther and farther apart from each other until there is again, an infinite amount of space between. Imagination is a great thing, I wonder if we can keep it!
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Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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