intuitions of eternity

There is in every man,
Something that whispers
Of another place…….
A reminiscence of lost condition:
The intuitions of eternity,
Confined to a world of beginnings;
And like babies crying for the light,
When their only voice is a cry;
We sing life’s song for a season of promise:
As the first movement of a new creation,
Set within the panoply of imagination.