“If the eternal does not absolutely transform his existence, then he is not relating himself to it.”
-Søren Kierkegaard


I see Eternity; In the clouds, in the soil
In the passing rays of sunlight. And I know I am small
I behold Time; In the ageing, in the ageless
In the passing days and night. And I know that I too shall pass

I look to Wisdom; In the mind, in the soul
In fleeting mortal concepts.And I know I am a fool

I gaze at the Heart; In it's fear, in its hope
In it's passing affections and depth. And I know that they shall pass too

I see Transformation;
Now the mind, soon the flesh,
In the endless life beyond
And I know that it is home