The One Constant

 

The One Constant

 

This constant subjected to time

All have lived born of a woman 

From the womb to the tomb

Presented to time in our gestation 

We've all experienced it

 

Subjects to it, imprisoned by it

It sleeps with me, awakes to me

You're the first thing I see 

The last when I lie, in hope to be

 

Daily, we are not the same

For we die daily, slowly, inevitably 

This shell we are housed, in which we came

Got a name, yet still see it

Got a game, yet still feel it 

 

In our minds, even our consciousness 

Held captive by you, what's else to do

We rejoice in this, the curtain of time

While slowly closing, will give way

To reveal a grander stage; one fine day

 

A brighter day, soon to come

Time will step into, swallowed by eternity 

This mortal caressed by immortality 

This corruptible, embraced in incorruption 

This shell, shaken off, for a glorious body 

 

The earth from which we came

Formed, fashioned, uniquely me

Destined to live an eternity

A change came my way, a fateful day 

Conceived in sin, locked in 

 

A circadium resides in this temple 

Defaced in time, awaits for the sublime

Unzipped to free this, by grace

Unleashed to see His face

I'll look ahead, never back 

I'll never lack; my change has finally come! 

 

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.