THE HOURS OF ETERNITY

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John Herlihy

We have no sense of what eternity is,

But we do know what eternity is not.

Minutes and seconds add up to mystery,

But no hour can ever call itself eternity.

Our waiting can sometimes last forever,

Eternity stolen into moments of time.

A sad day always seems to go on forever,

Sorrow’s timelessness feels like an incline.

Out of time into the hours of eternity leap,

Time begins to crawl as our sorrows weep.

Our happiness in fleeting moments of time,

Our sadness endless hours of eternal time.

Let me return once again to time’s embrace,

To count eternity’s hours as they keep apace.

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(c) John Herlihy 21 February 2020