When worthiness is bathed in mind of guise,
When shadows cling, nighttime wings emboldened,
When happiness demands a sacrifice,
What bother life, worth revised, beholden?
When visions come, observed by stringent eyes,
When fallow fields recline behind the line,
When fortitude collapses, fecund-blind,
What bother life to seek for godhead ties?
When heartís addressed by mental strides of kind,
When feelings sought become a cage of mime,
When warbling notes of hope give up and die,
What bother life to sing of heavenís guide?
When flesh of worth begins to lapse and fade,
What bother life to preach of future paid?
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/17/05