Life, a river, now wild, now still,
It lifts us upward, where the soul would
Thrill
Yet often the path shambles, delays draw
Near
Hope trembles softly in the night’s dark,
Fear.
Denials creeps quietly, a chilling breath,
It whispers of doubt, of an empty depth
The heights so distant, the laws so profound
A heart beats in rhythm, yet yearns to be found.
Yet see how the morning drives stars from the sky
How light through the tree tops in colour does fly,
Life is precious, a gem that does gleam
A breath, a vision, a fleeting dream.
In its rise and fall, it weaves a delicate thread
Now wounds, now warmth, by a loving hand led
Despite storms that roar, despite pain that shatters.
In the cracks blooms a light that forever matters.
So, hold it, this fleeting existence
In chaos, in splendor, in all its persistence
Life, so beautiful, so fragile, so clear
A gift that forever will linger near.