eternity

all is quiet on the homefront.

or maybe it just seems that way for now.

in fact, nothing’s ever quiet in life.

except for that place nestled at the bottom of our soul.

but we rarely find ourselves there.

we mostly surround ourselves with noise.

loud noise.

war and work and worry each beat to their own drum.

and they never fall in line.

they thud and clash and shriek and keep us from our solace.

the city never sleeps and nor do we.

the storms keep us from sleeping.

lights fade and clouds roll in.

our eyes spot the darkness and our hearts await the downpour.

we hear the thunder clap and expect the lightning’s crack to split more than the distant sky.

drops fall in sheets and torrents.

water floods our world.

we see the skies grow greyer still and await a grievous encore.

but something sweet hangs in the air.

suspended as if by the fog.

we can’t see it or touch it or hear it or smell it or taste it.

but we feel it.

we feel that silence in our soul.

we feel that there’s something more than this world and its weight.

there’s more than woes and sorrows.

for storms are only temporary.

the trials of this life are short.

even what good we find in this world will wither.

even what beauty we see will fade with the setting sun.

the color of the wildflower drains.

the strength of youth dwindles.

but there is something more to be had.

something permanent blooms from within us.

something powerful and real.

this absolute has no alternative.

this truth has no refute.

this wellspring cannot run dry.

this fount will not run out.

so waste no anxiety on storms.

climb over hardships like fences.

be not distracted by fleeting beauty.

ignore the allure of youth.

be resolute and encouraged.

be inspired and stouthearted.

be expectant and jubilant.

for the time is coming soon for this vapor to pass.

this brief wind will soon blow over.

unshaken and immovable our time will come.

it will arise and it will not end.

for it has been promised to us.

eternity.