Death is Such aTemporal Thing

3/30, 2007

Splendidly the dogwoodsburst

On open land, among thetrees,

Their coming does notslake my thirst

Who have seen the greatmagnolias freeze

When winter thoughtshad fled the mind.

Grief and joy aremingled now

In seasons fickleand unkind

Who deal to life thefatal blow.

Man too has masteredthe killing fields

Unable to rise abovehis state,

Half animal, toviolence yields

Consumed by centuriesof hate.

The air seems lesspolluted here

And Nature flowersunconcerned

Welcoming in anotheryear

As from the east I havereturned

Though move lessswiftly than before

Look more within yetcannot see,

A victim of the innerwar

Failing to reach mydestiny.

Still I wake to anotherSpring

For hope is not allowedto die

And death is but atemporal thing

To one who came toworship Thee.