Eternity |
Eternity
Is life for the moment? Is that all we really have?
Can we work toward tomorrow? Or is that really bad?
In our world, fleeting moments seem to stifle most our dreams.
Is there something worth relying on, or is it all a scheme?
Does the universe not care? Is God unfeeling too?
What makes life worthwhile, if nothing's really true?
If each child's own pathway has no guidelines for their life,
Then what is the reason for becoming mates through life?
If it all ends with the grave, then let passion rule my life.
If selfishness brings happiness, then take all that we can.
Does it relly matter if we hurt our fellowman?
If the universe doesn't care, then why give a damn?
Can you see love in a flower as it blooms in early spring?
Can you see love in the floating of a bird upon it's wings?
Can you see love in the splashing of a fish through water clear?
Or a green and emerald forest, and the stillness of a deer?
Can you see love in a mother when she comforts baby's tears?
May I ask, "Is love a real thing, or is it just a dream?"
Does love last forever, and can forever sing
a song of countless miracles that we forever see?
From buds that change the winter white to rolling dales of green,
With rainbow speckled meadown, to forests deep and clean.
Then the coming on of summer with warm and melting rays,
Turn the greens to goldens through those sultry, glaring days,
Near the swimming holes, the children splash and play,
While men work and sweat to earn their daily bread,
So families can provide themselves with roofs over their head.
Where moms can clean and wash and cook and make a happy home
To help each child grow in truth, and love can be their song.
Then comes the burning frosts of fall to set the leaves on fire.
With reds and golds, a change that flows through untold desire.
Yet who's the master painter who paints all that we see?
In endless living color, through all eternity?
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