Immortality

 




"To make a mark upon the earth,

and so immortal be!"

You trumpet to the heavens

when asked for what you seek.

 

Your name be known beyond your time,

the goal for which you lust,

Your voice be heard and not forgot

when flesh returns to dust.

 

But any mark upon the earth

will soon be washed away.

To eternity a million years

are no more than a day.

 

Eternal life dwells within

your heart of hearts so deep,

Where Man and God reside as one,

your endless self to keep.

 

So if immortal acts are those

for which you truly seek,

Look no further than the one

close within your reach.

 

Let love and simple kindness

to this one be the goal.

For these are acts that leave

a lasting mark upon the soul.


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