Eternity.

I see myself but dimly,
My self of many selves,
The lover, poet, scholar,
The beast, pervert, traitor.
And I am told to love
My neighbour as myself.

To comprehend the many
That are I
Is difficult enough.
To love them
Harder still.

To love another
With same measure,
Known or unknown,
All are obscure.
That the harder.

Yet to love the Creator,
Redeemer, Sustainer,
Infinite beyond
Human ken,
That a challenge
Fit only for
Eternity.

This poem, Eternity, is ©:1997 S.N.Mousir-Harrison.