Eternity Times – McKennaugh’s Poem

By Elisabeth Sullivan

Promise me one memory,

One drop to hold and reap;

Grant to me one hopeful dream

As at last I fall asleep.

Let me cherish one simple time

When life was simpler well;

Give me one final faith to keep

Even if I should not tell.

For life is short, this truth resounds

Throughout this stormy gale;

And from the tongues of wiser men

Should we heed this threatening vale.

And should we have a melody

That comforts the distraught,

‘Ere we have found this holy ground

That many desperate sought.

To treasure such a hidden chest

Of hope beyond compare

Should share our utmost loyalty,

Our easy cross to bear.

In midnight and in morn,

Our thoughts should often rise

Yea, never-ceasing prayers reborn

As oft as we lift eyes.

And shall we let these things go by

Without so much as tear nor sigh?

Nay, let it not be said of us

That we had left our own to be,

Though it had been our sacred duty

And tied to this, our loyalties.

Do we leave our properties

To be squandered by the lowest means?

Why then do we abandon our cherished dreams

And toss them to the skies?

And thus our simple life is not always what we make,

(Though we like to assume control)

The steady Rock on which we stand shall never shake,

Nor quaver with it’s new-saved souls.

  Elisabeth Sullivan is a 16-year old girl living with her parents and seven siblings with a love for creating things. She’s been writing short stories and the like since the age of eight and has a passionate love of reading and all things pertaining to words. Other than the tidbits she writes to antagonize her blog readers, she has started writing two different novels that are both in the works as of spring 2016. Outside of writing, Elisabeth loves to draw, crochet, sing, and basically try any hobby that has to do with developing ever-increasing creativity. She cherishes unrealistic and sometimes silly dreams, although the hope that she will one day become an author is not one of that sort.