Life is never still,
bending only to God's will,
ticking for each of us in its own way
no matter... the day,
how hard we work or play,
how little we stray,
how often we sway,
how far we run away,
what others do or say,
how much we pray,
nature's unforeseen wrath
crossing our path.

Life flows
with highs and lows
and collectively shows
what we do,
both false and true,
in thought and deed,
whether we fail or succeed,
as we proceed
with the hope to transcend
our certain earthly end,
renewing life again
in the eternal warmth of Heaven.


David G. Bancroft
Copyright 2005
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