God eternal

God eternal

A Story by The_Ancient_Rock
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About death... And how love endures through time.

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Silence fills the void...
There is no sound in the abyss. 
It is the song of all dead creatures that ceased to exist. 
Stillness... 
Not the slightest movement. 
No action to generate a reaction. 
Ghosts that haunt only memory. 
Spectres of old days and history. 
Spoke of only in a story in others memory, 
or told by their loved ones and family. 

The dead... How they dance through the echoes of eternity. 
The breath of life is brief as death is forever. 
Life shall always be a lost battle in the end. 
But some shine on, in words, paintings or in music they live on through the ages. 
Through art they live on. 
The work of immortals. 
Forever defying the eternal silence of death. 
May they forever inspire and live on in their work. 
Standing as giants against the emptiness of the abyss. 

Shall they withstand the test of time or forever be forgotten? 
As eternity attempts to erase all things in infinity.

Let us say nay to death and allow love to reign supreme. 
As only love shall, and only love will. 
The work of love shall never die, since love is God eternal. 
As long love endures, memory shall not fade. 

Love shall not be extinct. 
The true God shall never die. 

© 2024 The_Ancient_Rock


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The_Ancient_Rock
A few words about death, love and God.
All visits and reviews are appreciated.
Thank you so much.

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Wow! I love how the poet paints a picture of the stillness born from death. I have noticed it also since childhood, like a certain kind of silence without even a little bird singing, an all enveloping kind of silence and you have excellently captured it in the first stanza, dear A. R... Only the memories remain once a person crosses over to Spirit and friends share those precious memories with the deceased's family members at a funeral.
Yes, some become immortal after death through the works of art they completed as an artist, writer, playwright, lyricist, etc. Others who come along after them may be inspired by their work and that is a precious gift to leave behind. It does not benefit the deceased person and with the passing of time all things fade away to nothingness.
Love is all there is in this life or in the next life. We are born beings of light and love and will return home to Spirit as light and love, the same as God is, a very beautiful energy as that is what our spirit within is made of: Energy wrapped in a blanket of flesh.
Truth be told, we never die. Only the body we have had in our lifetime dies, but our energy lives on and in time returns for another lifetime in another body and that is a continuous circle for many lifetimes. In each lifetime, we will have different life lessons to learn and to teach to others. Yes, dear A. R... God shall never die as he is energy and all that energy can do is change, it cannot die, it is indestructible as is the spirit within us. Through excellent word choice and visual detail you have crafted superbly a very insightful and thought provoking poetic gem. I so enjoyed reading it and will be thinking about different parts of it long after I have read it. Thank you for sharing, dear A. R... Wishing you a very nice evening to enjoy...




Posted 4 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie

4 Days Ago

Most welcome always, dear A. R...
You crafted a very fine write, you can be proud of it! Than.. read more
The_Ancient_Rock

4 Days Ago

Thank you, and you are most welcome.
Take good care friend.
😃
Marie

4 Days Ago

Thank you, dear friend. You too! 😊



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Wow! I love how the poet paints a picture of the stillness born from death. I have noticed it also since childhood, like a certain kind of silence without even a little bird singing, an all enveloping kind of silence and you have excellently captured it in the first stanza, dear A. R... Only the memories remain once a person crosses over to Spirit and friends share those precious memories with the deceased's family members at a funeral.
Yes, some become immortal after death through the works of art they completed as an artist, writer, playwright, lyricist, etc. Others who come along after them may be inspired by their work and that is a precious gift to leave behind. It does not benefit the deceased person and with the passing of time all things fade away to nothingness.
Love is all there is in this life or in the next life. We are born beings of light and love and will return home to Spirit as light and love, the same as God is, a very beautiful energy as that is what our spirit within is made of: Energy wrapped in a blanket of flesh.
Truth be told, we never die. Only the body we have had in our lifetime dies, but our energy lives on and in time returns for another lifetime in another body and that is a continuous circle for many lifetimes. In each lifetime, we will have different life lessons to learn and to teach to others. Yes, dear A. R... God shall never die as he is energy and all that energy can do is change, it cannot die, it is indestructible as is the spirit within us. Through excellent word choice and visual detail you have crafted superbly a very insightful and thought provoking poetic gem. I so enjoyed reading it and will be thinking about different parts of it long after I have read it. Thank you for sharing, dear A. R... Wishing you a very nice evening to enjoy...




Posted 4 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie

4 Days Ago

Most welcome always, dear A. R...
You crafted a very fine write, you can be proud of it! Than.. read more
The_Ancient_Rock

4 Days Ago

Thank you, and you are most welcome.
Take good care friend.
😃
Marie

4 Days Ago

Thank you, dear friend. You too! 😊

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Added on September 14, 2024
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