I have no apologies, excuses, or shame about what I write, for this is me being free, this is me taking flight.
Watch as I pen to pad, Watch me write my beginning like it’s my last.
Can you see eternity moving so slowly, as time moves so fast?
Hopefully my words will last.
Like forever.
Sometimes the word forever seems so long.
Maybe in this lifetime I’ll have enough time to right all my wrongs.
Maybe eternity is my home?
And I just have been away from home for such a long time.
Or maybe it’s all in my mind?
And my mind keeps telling me, “Reese, don’t waste your time or your mind on wasted time, you can’t get back today or tomorrow.”
For eternity is far beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the GOD zone.”
(Psalms 45:1) My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Peg says
For my
Life
Eternity is
Flying
By The Seat of God’s Pants
Always.