Eternity Spills

In the beginning his word was censured
how mighty be the papal pen
Later he was misquoted …
by more modern men

Who said how you voted
may well be a mortal sin
I say a prayer to find him now
forever and ever a-zen

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

Point of interest became a matter of record
made your case air-tight
Classified data base
obscured wrong from right

Now your secrecy so troubles me
the darkness of no light shed
The way you smiled, reconciled
certain soon I’d be dead

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

Deli cuts of justice
baloney truth… on rye
Honesty sliced and diced
and severed up as a lie

From the gloom of his belly
he throws up his last meal
Death Row inmate
has lost his last appeal

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

This world … so dark
I swear I lost my right hand
Setting out right then and there
I left to find a brighter land

Clutching the censured good book
I set out to testify
“Never swear an oath
without a solid alibi”

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

© Paul Norman Tapp