What does eternity sound like?
A cosmic explosion?
A rushing wind?
A dewdrop forming?
A trusted friend?
Can mortal ears hear it?
Should we fear it?
Can we be near it without knowing?
Is it always blowing and flowing and glowing
Or simply seeking to sow one seed at a time?
Is there a chime that sings, or a warning clang,
Or are we audiologically estranged,
Deaf actors strutting
Treading eternity's stage?
Sometimes this thinking cuts like a knife
Inciting querulous quandaries
As more questions ignite.
Seeking shelter midst time's flight,
I think I hear an answer
Resounding like a nail strike.