Eternity

When I step through the threshold of time, into timelessness,

I will understand Eternity.

I will realize that existential thought was vanity in the vast expanse of forever.

This brings strange peace in moments of chaos. It brings comfort to terrors that exist only in present circumstances.

Then?

Timelessness.

A Sea of Forgetfulness.

No hate. No tears. No pain.

What I am begins, as I know, as I am known.

One thing I ask of the LORD, and this is what I seek: to dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Eternity.

Author: Jana Horton

I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand. I never did. I write on it to this day. I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand. The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.

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