Eternity Shimmers / Time Holds its Breath / Poems

Eternity shimmers in the room among the
bright solid furniture that is the
furniture of Eternity the bookcases and lamps
the bed I wake from and the
sound of the silence here that is its
child the swirling ocean of time
washing us in its blessings in constant
motion of cylinder within cylinder of
intangible turning invisible to the touch
in which we age minute by minute
inwardly forward but motionless in
Eternity impossible to calculate except in
angelic terms whose bright silver
dazzles the mind beyond its usual
earthly limitations whose walls and
doors and streets and skies are
sweetly blasted apart by the dimensions of
Eternity and we
live in it unbeknownst to us else we'd
faint at the pure nothingness we are
and God's Magnificence always facing us
beyond even Eternity's confines and paltry
measurements to show us anything but His
resplendent Face in absolutely
everything that is in its instant of being