Friday, May 12, 2006
The Gate at the End of the Sky
They say there are holes in the heavens,
Eternity's doorways agape,
Where everything's sixes and sevens,
Where even the rays can't escape;
Where gravity's monster attraction
Grabs atoms and pulls out their hair,
And infinite in its compaction
The matter goes heaven knows where.
If singing the Kyri' eleison,
Most hopeful for some saving grace,
Our souls sail beyond some horizon
Perhaps into just such a place,
Then what if that hole is a portal
That leads to some strange by and by–
Where human life meets the immortal:
The gate at the end of the sky?
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull
I feel like I'm dancing, along with Rudyard Kipling, to the tune of Hindu street musicians in Bengal while giving the eye to 2 of Rama's daughters across the street in the market stall.
I especially liked the atoms' hair pull.