Eternity
Do you often ask a question,
you don’t know the answer to?
Like why the grass is green
or why the sky is blue?
Do the answers ever satisfy
your curiosity?
Have you studied little flowers
and marveled at what you’ve seen?
Is there something you’re reaching for,
something you desire?
Do you want to slay the dragons,
with your little heart on fire?
Do you gaze upon the clouds
and slip outside of time?
But fear you don’t amount to much,
like a nickel with the dimes?
Do you know that something is missing?
Does it ever make you sad?
Do your dreams keep you up at night
because you want it so bad?
Do you have an ache within
that the cookie jar can’t undo?
Does your heart hold a fairy tale,
you fear will never come true?
Well I don’t have all the answers,
but I know a thing or two
The something that you’re searching for
is calling out to you
The deep things call to deep,
this hunger isn’t for food
The questions point to answers,
your heart is being wooed
Someone is in the details,
He has been there all along
He is strong when you are weak
and gives a brand new song
His invisible qualities are seen,
you can hear without a sound
He can fill your heart with greater joy
than when new wine abounds
I don’t know how deep the ocean goes
or when time got its start
But I know that you wonder
because eternity was set in your heart
Well I don’t have all the answers,
but there’s one thing I must tell you
Forever does exist
where wildest dreams come true




His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.
Did you write this? It’s really good.
I did. Thanks for your comment!
Yeah I submitted my poems for the first time and the book is hopefully getting published soon. I’ve been writing for about 10 years.