Sacred Heart
Eternal is a mist that doesn’t lift.
It is a wish, a sigh, a dream, a promise made,
a promise kept. A goal for some, for others
a dark cloud that will not lift.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
what we make of this life
makes eternity.
We can blame it on no other.
Gods do not make eternity
but only furnish directions
often misinterpreted
or lost to time.
Look within
to find it,
for it is neither there
nor there.
For: Tuesday Writing Prompt: Eternal 7: 06
and https://godoggocafe.com/2021/11/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-16-2021/
Brilliantly constructed, Judy.
LikeLike
Thanks, Dolly. That is the shape it wanted to be. That’s why I like centering. It is amazing how often to poem turns itself into a picture of itself if you listen closely to its sound and just follow along.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are very welcome, Judy.
LikeLike
Wonderful Judy
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully crafted
LikeLike