We wait, anticipate a reckoning day,
while minutes and hours, sweet time and weeks
pass, lives breathe a continuum’s foray
descending into valleys, climbing peaks.
What is that which is out of our control?
Looms often, sweeps sweet, truth is, yes, at hand,
Our desire to know peace, beautiful
becomes lost in greedy needs we command.
When have we held the actual passion,
serene in love, humility’s magic.
Bearing down on ritual’s progression,
a constant, knowing life can be tragic.
Within the scope of mortality’s chance
Show glowing fervor, speak with elegance.