Oh, Eternity Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, eternity
I don't want to wear
You're worn out shoes
I just want to toil
Live out this darkness; for my Lord of all time and modernity.
In the morning
I'll not sell-out my soul
To Satan or to Judas of Iscariot
Not for a single kiss
Not for one more day of eternity from their chaliced poison lips.

Oh eternity
I'd gladly be led in your washed away footsteps through the mist
And find there's nothing in all of time and space
In the whole world, I should remiss
If I could just take timeout only in thanks for one last parting caress.
Then time would be immortally blest from you to me and from me to you.

Oh eternity
Loving you can be
Such a liberty,
That finds this love in me set free.
Oh, liberator of my soul I'm in your creation
Like a shooting star that hasn't got far to go to find, eternity in eternal liberty.

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