The waters of the earth are heaven’s glass
We, in their calm reflection seek our own,
And, lost in wonder, think the stars surpass
The simple spark we hold of truth unknown.
The mind, its logic lost in paradox,
Requires ending to the questioned quest;
Confines eternity within a box
That, like a coffin’d corpse, is laid to rest.
No more than just a single drop am I
Within the ocean of infinity,
And if no Hand exists, who then can try
To separate the droplet from the sea?
The heart that rests upon the scales has sight
To cast aside the veil and see the light.
Sonnet for Paul’s prompt at dVerse