not on tomorrow –
but here with me now.
that i fall short
straighter roads –
and always and ever
the sun settles
on the point between
God and man.
What is life, afterall?
The waning time from summer to fall.
Winter’s sting shall take its toll,
In springtime thus a reborn soul.
Reborn on ground or there above,
For certain born in holy love.
Afterall, earth run its course,
But heaven shall ever shun remorse.
Gone too soon and hearts asunder
gives rise to doubts of heaven’s wonder.
But persevere and shed your tears,
God lovingly casts off our fears.
…for Isaiah Bernstein. Now with the Lord.
all the things i’ve ever seen
are buried deep in soul serene.
all the things I’ve ever known
are neatly placed in arable loam.
the struggle inside with these temporal things,
shall subside again with spiritual wings.