Monthly Archives: May 2013

A chain is forged of gossamer links
So light but yet so strong
Unbroken chain from heart to heart
It sweetly sways in song

From here to there, from there to here
From mother to the one
She loved before, through birth, through time,
Eternity begun

This chain shall never cease to be
This chain her heart adorns
Forged of glistening tears and smiles
Its weight so lightly worn

Have I been squashed beneath His feet,
A tiny, tiny bug–
Or stepped upon–a bit of lint,
Beneath His woven rug–

Insignificance can’t presume to know
Even if there be
Fine lines of distinction
Between insect, dust and me.

A life should, like a sonnet, be contained,
Yet free within bounds of some dear order.
Alive each moment, clear, yet soul restrained,
Attuned to nature; mark well its border.

For life, as art, its precious light may shine
Beyond its end. And so may poem be praised
Long after author pens its words to sign
A faith that spirit may be always raised
Above the plane we see from day to day.

Each life, if like a verse, would end aware
That time, if nothing else, cannot be stayed,
Nor form dismissed without a care.

To live as well as one may do with grace,
To die and know that all is in its place.