Poem September 27, 1975 Issue

FOREVER ACTIVE

Peter J. Henniker-Heaton

Man lives forever active at high noon.
He has no twilight years, no long declining
Toward an horizon that will hide him soon,
No cutoff date for retirement or resigning.

His life is not prescribed by solar orbit,
By phase of moon or stars that rise and set.
Dust neither made it, nor can reabsorb it;
No count of years can snare it in their net.

He has no wasting talents, powers decaying,
No faculties nor functions wearing out,
Rebellious organs, muscles disobeying—
God's law supreme within him and without.

The mortal sense of life drifts past below him,
As clouds that pass yet never touch the sun.
God is eternal Life; and as we know Him,
Our life is perfect, whole, with Him at one.

Peter J. Henniker-Heaton

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