dust, settling
June 20, 2010
April 25, 2012
our lives are a mere ripple
on the surface of existence
we have no way of tracing back
to exactly where we began
or forward to where we will end
whether a divine thought
or a cosmic happening
the purpose for our aliveness is
not readily distinguishable
and we will either delight in the mystery
or reduce ourselves to bitterness
at the vastness of our limitations
and so we must take comfort
in what truth there is to hold on to
that we are simply beauty
driven and connected by love
created, somehow, by some miracle
all things being perfectly held together
by the unknowable.