Driving along the interstate
into the setting sun,
Making a fist of my hand
I block the blinding disk.
Aha, my fist is bigger than the sun,
I can see clearly now.
There is no sun, only the light I need.
Peering through the heavens
into eternity,
Making a fist of the years
to block Immensity.
Aha, time is bigger than eternity,
now I can understand,
Forever is vague, time is certainty.
Catching waves from distant things,
I see sound, - I hear light.
Aiming the 'scopes at the sky,
Setting the radar to hear,
Aha, my machines, so very clever,
now I can grasp it all.
Man wins! Its only a matter of time.
Shall we, with a fist, block the sun
by which we see?
Shall we, with a span of decades, erase
eternity?
Shall we, with big eyes and ears, diminish
infinity?
God rules! No Time is like His Present.
Charlotte Gunther
May 1995
OH, Goodness, Charlotte. The last stanza! Such a question? Such blatant and misled self importance. So truly said. You are amazing! God - more so!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Fantastic poem, extremely well written. Pondering big on the questions of life.10+