Sunday, January 6, 2013

Imagine some sad reason, give benefit of doubt
when understanding vanishes and patience near wears out
slip feet into a foreign pair, a pinching or a worn
and wonder not the world away where poverty is born
give hand or help where asked and reached for
else what were the words he'd teach for
pour with measures overflown
mercy have where earned is none
forgive more than you know you can
and thus may unto you be done
standing under
Dec. 31
Where we all are only headed
all of them have gone;
longing for a glimpse we wonder
why the going on.
How to stay on darkened path
all that waits is reaper's wrath
we walk on and do the math
the answer never changing.
All the knowing we have got
living running cold and hot 
gold and silver matters not
the moth and worm remaining.
All of human memory
wintery and summary
past all time may ever be.
Shroud makes darkness all.