Thursday, May 16, 2013

Life is a Psalm

We can make our life’s goals, this I know, for I’ve done so.
And in departing, leave behind, something that will endure time.

Make life honest, make life brave, from the cradle to the grave—
From dust: to dust we return, yet the soul, death does not recover.

Thus, let us be doing, doing, with heart-fullness, faith and love—
Let us be pursuing, pursuing—and let the dead bury the dead…!

            #3861 (4-21-2013) 

Note: Poems for me, or part of a poem, that will come back to me as a reader, come back in a flash, here or there, when needed is what I call true poetry: it is in the “effect”.