There would be

There would be silence, if mind was still

there would be peace, if there was will

yet all that lingers are doubts within thought

for everything one could and ought

Each year does trickle by seconds unseen

fading in darkness of unending dream

motions the turning of time

most without reason or rhyme

There could be fortune if coin did not measure

but rather by family and laughter our treasure

prosperity grown without greed

with faith and compassion our seeds

There might be solace if he did not linger

tempting the spirit to posture by finger

a world without anger or hate

I wonder if it’s now too late…

There might be marvel within every turn

If much like our children, from heart we would learn

A pastime of wonder by sight

Where hope is our stronghold at night

There might be acceptance, if judgment would die

And for all our failings we simply would try

For we cannot mold man from clay

and God will address all one day

I would not be foolish if I had the mind

to seek not these blessings of which I can't find

I would not be weary if I would relent

accepting what is, in content

But no I must linger and grope in the dark

for any small proof of a wondrous spark

wishing and hoping this world still had heart

far from the failings of start, with virtuous truth to impart.

 

K. E-C.

Deo Volente

August 29, 2015