My God has blessed me with a strong imagination. <br />I picture the Universe's end with nothing but a shrug. <br />My vision is both weird and wonderful. <br /> <br />I rack my brain <br />For meaning <br />Over and over again. <br /> <br />Yet even I can't conjure <br />An image <br />Of somewhere beyond <br />Space and Time, <br />Where minutes are meaningless <br />And we see All before us <br />Sharing with God <br />A View <br />That can't be shared <br />Because there is no up <br />Or down, <br />Forward or back <br />Nor even seconds <br />In which to see. <br /> <br />For there is a point <br />Beyond which <br />I'm quite Blind. <br /> <br />A Spiritual World <br />Might just be <br />In my range, <br />But only just. <br /> <br />The Purpose <br />Still eludes me <br />As I bumble on, <br />Straining to look above <br />That far horizon. <br /> <br />© PB 4\11\2012 in Yorkshire.<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagination-limits/
