Prelude to Eternity

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

standing 'pon a steep, muddy bank

hands and soul acquiver

a misguided almsgiver

i tossed a black orchid into the brown river

it had no choice but to go with the murky flow

but wouldn't you just know

it got hung up on a fallen tree leaning over a stubborn, unwilling rock

so i took the sad moment of my life to take stock

my faith and these obstacles doing their best to stand the test of time

seemingly amounting to a hill of beans

the tree a mere sliver

until the powers that be and the spirted breath of life will to deliver

putting an end to the whole stubborn, misguided prank

Author's Note

"Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars." - Thoreau