Ephemera

Man's Searching Eventually Ends in Finding

Transcendent transient

   God-made man,

The solid is not the real.

Thoughts are immaterial,

Feelings are fleeting,

A lifetime is a second.

A second is a lifetime.

Sight, sound, taste and touch

Now sensed but then gone,

History after knowing

Evanescent what-is really was.

Flowing, touching God,

A second is a lifetime, ethereal.

Ephemeral man thus touched

Longing, yearning,

Wants to have that same second back.

He wonders and wanders

Searching far and wide, off the mark

Despairing, hoping for things yet unseen

For when the ethereal becomes

His constant company.

No answers, only questions,

Restless uncertainty as transient in Adam’s form.

In dying and losing and emptying all answers,

In death,

Transcending the ephemeral,

Ethereal man remembers

Regains eternity. Fulfilled

Within, with only God.

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travel_man1971 5 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

The search is over if we find God in our hearts. Very moving; thanks for this hub, Quirinus.


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Quirinus 5 years ago from Sitting on the Rug Author

Thanks for translating the poem in concise yet powerful layman's terms, travel_man1971!

I remember a friend who read the poem commenting that it was a 'nosebleed' experience to try to understand the it.

At this point I'm guessing from the depth of your comment about the substance of your hubs! Let me go read them now. Thanks in advance for writing if you have indeed!

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