If a measure could suggest definition,
Would we cease succession of passion.
While all around humanity play travails
Might we all become a cutting prevails.
Search the world over for recompense
Only then discover all momentous tense
Realizations begin only again when slow
Mind unyielding decides somehow show.
When in childhood needn’t depend on time
Only marvels and wonder were made of thyme,
A recipe in growth in satisfaction newly gained
When all the others left and just he remained.
In writing, the paths we take are all we release,
In knowing, in hoping, in trial we find peace.