Toward Eternity
The small
Quiet voice
Asked me to write
Of the highest of callings.
That I should turn my gaze towards the gods.
That I should speak of grandeur, greatness and glory.
I was not moved.
No words came,
Other than these few;
I feel nothing
But the sun upon my skin,
The dirt under my feet,
And weight of this moment
Stretching toward eternity.
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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