Tho’ the righteous shed it oft too soon,
Their mortal tent is just cocoon
Which in life they toil to spin
To emerge forever free from sin;
The silken faith from which it’s framed
Will reveal the glory at which they aimed.
Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
A Voice will call them to the sky
And from heaven the cry will ring —
“Where, O death, is now your sting?”
I speak to you the language of my soul —
not from a piece, but the whole —
you will not hear it, you see your way —
so what is left for us to say?
Once, I gazed into your eyes
and saw a willing compromise …
that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,
crushes the heart and chills the bone.
Two became one, now becoming two —
Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”
Predator at play —
Poor mouse! It was not your day.
Swift, sharp claws did slay!
Cooing, cradled, cuddled cheer —
Heaven’s helpless, hallowed here!
Inarticulate innocents incubating independence
Like love’s lamented loss
Dotingly dandled. Developing diamonds —
Rascals running, romping, raising ruckus!
Ebullient energy eventually evolving…effusing —
Naked nurslings now nascent nevermore.
My heart is filled with a noble theme;
from within mine eyes do gleam —
this day I am Supremely blessed.
Whatever life may throw my way,
it is with confidence that I say,
“This too shall pass; it is no test!”
For this I know and understand —
that my life rests within God’s hand —
and so I need not be distressed.
The mind reasons, but it is the heart which understands.
Imagine the thoughts of your mind
as a stream,
flowing ahead and trailing behind,
like a dream.
All those you pass by
must enter its wake —
say none remain dry,
just for argument’s sake.
Now waded through,
reflecting back from their shore,
would many or few
emerge changed by the chore?