Living

Sometimes we sit, to stop and stare

into the depths, of our despair

We begin to feel the emptiness

a slipping faith and little less

We wait and wait, longing for life

for it to take us by surprise

But look around; just try to feel

how life surrounds you in its realm

But soon I'm lost in thought again

unknowing of what my fate ordains

I do remember what I’ve been told

of how life’s a journey that, with grace unfolds

Though what of when I reach the destination

when this train too, has reached its last station

In what light will I then remember

my life’s greatest moments, and how they'll dismember

Into what for me, my fate beheld

and the marks I left, from when I had dwelled

In the end, all that I can ask for

is a life worth living

And all the gratitude

for Him, Most Forgiving

Like the grace with which a poem descends

with its beautiful harmony, it makes amends

 I wish my life too, would earn its happy ending

and I will be the author, the poet whose mending

Written: 12-11-10