Marc 8:36

What we lose today is but a tiny chunk of what we build

with such care and earnestness,

Lost days always look shiny,

But those from future yield

High hopes and nothing else.

We build many little dreams,

and forget that there is just one road narrow and scary.

We curse the road

And reward the ferry.

And the distance goes dizzying

Footsteps are scarce,

and our constant worrying

Makes the passage worse.

But what we lose

After all, is nothing

But the heap of our great flaws

We call adventures,

And Our greatest accomplice

We call soul.




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