Poem by Brenda Wilcher

The Infinite

I reached into the Infinite;
You’d think there would be nothing there,
But I brought with me everything I needed to get rid of
I came back very free and refreshed.
The Infinite is my vacation;
it is my holiday, my renewal.
The Infinite is a boundless energy mass,
lighter than air,
with only our eyes to see it;
without it needing to see us.
It is there for our convenience;
it does not need for us to convenience it.
Not that it will go away if we don’t;
It never has and never will.
Only an exchange is needed to fulfill this push of life;
only experience infinitely, in a manner so close to infancy,
and it and we shall survive forever.

Brenda Wilcher

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