Eternity is that hope or doubt, floating about
Like a small boat inside our imagination.
No person can fully understand this mysterious concept
Yet it is our final destination.
That dimension called Time still exits; eternity is not yet here, Though some for that may have an eternal fear.
Eternity is simply where time is quickly headed. Oh may its approach be welcomed instead of dreaded.
An everlasting age, without time
Or change?
This is incomprehensible to man; none can see despite their intellectual range.
This is what eternity looks like, if we can look at all at this...will our landing inside it be torment or be bliss?
Should the spirit cease to exist, when the body from it goes asunder?
Should the spirit cease to exist, just because the body is six feet under?
Who can fathom a dark and meaningless emptiness, running on without an end? To try to grasp this abstraction would cause the mind to bend.
This mind - numbing picture is colder than the coldest breeze - blown up from the icy waters of the very coldest seas.
No meaning and no purpose, a lack of vitality without an age. Like a one thousand page book, without a single drop of ink, on every single page.
Or a constant void of blackness, with no sense of consciousness or sight. Nothing and no one to turn on the light.
Or a relentless dripping inside a dark cave, a monotonous nothingness from which no one can be saved.
If self - preservation were an instinct, why wouldn't an afterlife be, the destination and explanation for our eternal souls you see?
While there exists the will to live
How many truly want to die?
While time moves us ever onward
For permanence we cry.
All are carriers of life, from one true and sacred source. All WILL meet their maker at the end of this life's course.
To receive the eternal
Punishment or reward
Eternal damnation
Or to be forever
With the Lord