Marc 8:36
Oct 27, 2020
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.