If heaven has its days
then all of them must be
like the end-of-work on Fridays
weekends stretching to infinity.
Nice. Yes, the end of a long week and the anticipation of a weekend is a heavenly feeling. Infinite, like the distance between two points.
hi, jette! thanks for the read and comment. i've thought this for a long time—my inner student coming out—and it finally found expression. hoping this finds you well in all ways, glen
weekends stretching into infinity - That's my idea of paradise: It's our human position to experience things in time, at the intersection of past and future - the Eternal Now. It's fascinating that you can express this pregnant view of infinity in just four lines.
Daniel, I imagine you can especially appreciate this view having spent so much of your life on a school schedule. A co-worker used to say, There’s no such thing as a bad Friday. There’s something in me that appreciates continual and keen expectation over fulfillment. Though I suppose if there had never been fulfillment, there wouldn’t be the expectation. Thank you for the read and comment, Daniel, and may hope (one of the basic food groups) be yours in overflowing measure. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is remarkably clever but it is also the simple truth. Why didn't I think of this? Because I wasn't paying attention to the obvious. You are showing how life on earth - our mortality - foreshadows eternal life. Infinity surprisingly has roots in finitude. I sense in your poem. a metaphysical truth which is universal whether the metaphysics is pantheist, theist, deist, athiest, It applies to every human/divine situation. What a discoveryy! !
Hey, Daniel! And thanks! It strikes me just now with your comments that our working lives create a kind of tabernacle or temple within which is a most holy place that craves a rest or sabbath from it. Work and cessation from work are part of our lot, as necessary as suffering is for joy. -Glen