Our glory and our pain
03.28.07 (11:18 am) [edit]
The heart often feels empty
Though the seeking to fill the inner abyss
Eternally sought.
Moments filled with beautiful things,
Surrounded by witty intelligent people,
Yet,
It all seems so filled with nothingness,
A thin veil over a bottomless void
Eating everything up,
Youth,
Success,
Health,
Temporary states soon gone
As if they never were;
Then what is left to cling to?
There is nothing temporal to comfort us,
Only the infinite can embrace us,
Mortal creatures made for the Eternal,
Our glory and our pain.