The Eternal Now Poem by Reidar Solemsjo

The Eternal Now



' With the Morning Dew,
comes Rainbow, filled, anews,
like Angels fall,
the Dead arise;
The Turning of the Ages, surely,
means nothing beside;

And as God cast a glimpse,
at His Eternal Self,
nothing is left,
except himself;

For as above,
so below,
as Gods only sport,
the Eternal Now. '

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