Imagine a moment
Imagine a single moment stretched forever...
How would you fill it? What delight would you accept
eternally, and to what pleasure would you yield
your being? Imagine that you may ask, and have God
grant it--what moment would you choose beyond equal?
What beauty would you behold, to what sounds listen?
One might fill corporeal senses: view art, listen
to symphonies, dine sumptuously forever.
Imagine your perfect mate, ready flesh made equal
to desire, glorious mouth willing to accept
before whom all flesh fades, and all glory must yield?
One might relive a time of triumph, feel friends yield
before your mighty football shoulder, and listen
to oofs and accolades; then stand smiling like God
above the vanquished. But does pride smile forever?
Will you boast before Him, and demand He accept
you? Or honor yourself above One with no equal?
Not pride then, but pure camaraderie--equal
among brothers, smiling as your friend drags a yield
of poker chips. Safe and free with those who accept
you, with the whole night to jest, argue, and listen
to stories: feeling the night could last forever.
They’re good company, but would you choose them over God?
Imagine holding a child, to whom you are God.
One must learn to love back to truly be equal
to the role. Since love abides forever,
this must almost be perfect: to hold small hands, yield
to silly requests, to laugh and run, and listen
while she sleeps. That this is heaven, I might accept.
One thing better remains, for those who will accept
in others, but be the children, whose Father will listen
as we sing Holy Holy. Joy without equal
awaits--a perfect timeless moment--when we yield
hearts and voices to the choir which sings forever.
One moment, when we yield it as worship to God,
becomes perfect forever, an endless equal
state of grace. Listen for His offer, and accept.