An Old Man Lies Dying
An old man lies dying. Vultures soar lazily above, Tracing their thermal spirals; They have plenty of time. Coasting on final sighs, Strangely graceful wings Bear them aloft like souls Seeking secret paths To unknown but welcome Life awaiting them beyond The blinding white light.
In the middle of endless night, Let there be Light. In the uncaring dismay of depression, Let there be Joy. In the quagmire of boundless greed, Discover Sacrifice. At the bottom of profound grief, Let Compassion run over. In the midst of confusion and difficulty, Find a pure ray of Belief That all will be as it ought to be, And that those who let go Will find Relief and Release.
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent le 15.08.05 |