GRACE (1)

There comes a time
In every life my friend,
Though so sublime,
The dream is at an end.

Reality
Must fill the void because,
It will not be
The same as once it was.

Though time renews
The healing as we grow,
Do not refuse
The truth, be this not so.

days out of shape
From dreams along the way
Let us re-tape
The thoughts of yesterday.

Too far I fear
for inactivity;
Too near to hear
Teasing infinity.

That which we know
And thought we could discern
Before we go,
A greater truth to learn

Must bind us all
Into the shape of love,
For Humanity’s Fall
Is all we have.

May 1992