A Thought on Life
I have not the wisdom of sages,
I know not the heart of God.
I see not the depths of the waters,
I don’t know the names of the stars.
And yet, there is one thing I do know
From a sensitive place inside:
I know what it is to be human;
I feel what it is to live life.
A breeze through the leaves in the summer,
The smile in a baby’s eyes.
The sweet heart-weight of a memory,
The sting when I try not to cry.
Sunsets on memories, not film.
Songs after dark with guitars.
How can these things fly away?
Why can they slip through my fingers?
May I take joy in each moment.
May I memorize every smile on each face.
May I honor my God in the living
Of the life of this one of the race.