To the Lordship of Eternity

Sometimes, my lord, we tremble at the very thought of Thence

And how the vow of things to come will not keep us apart

Somewhere beyond this pond of sky-blue-eyed indifference

You wait, Formless Supremacy, to quell the human heart

…and what is man against the span of Unfathomable?

You hover, covering the imminence of what will be

With what Is; and sometimes Time’s teeny tick and tock can lull

Us to complacency, distracted by mortality

The Great Debaters challenge you; you never say a word

Your existence no one can prove, yet everyone must guess

At your vastness; some jeer at fear of you, still undeterred

You loom; we groom thought-images of baffled emptiness

My Lord, the loudness of Today cannot shut out for long

Death’s silence and Hereafter where life’s laughter and its tears

Inevitably lead to you; the On and On and On

Of ten thousand years but a day; a day ten-thousand years

© Janet Martin