Eternity

Oh, will that day arrive

When I shall ceaselessly ask – yea, drive

Eternal questions into Thine ear,

O Eternity ! and have solution

How weak weeds grow and stand unbent,

Unshaken ‘neath the trampling current.

How the storm wrecks titanic things;

Uproots the trees,

And quick disturbs the mighty seas.

How the first spark blinked; how the first tree,

The first goldfish, the first bluebird so free,

And the first crooning baby,

Into this wonder-house to visit,

Made their grand entry.

They come, I see;

Their growth alone I watch.

Thy cosmic moulding Hand,

That secret works on land and sea,

I wish to seize,

O Eternity.

 

Paramahansa Yogananda

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From: Songs of the Soul, by Paramahansa Yogananda.  Published by Self Realization Fellowship 3880 San Rafael Avenue, Los Angeles, California. Reproduced with permission of Publishers.

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