2003-12-31 - who knows?
Who knows the things that love might do
In hearts of people breaking through
When desperation turns to prayer
for a world which turns and no one's there
To feed the underprivileged masses
Teach them in their makeshift classes
Sometimes we have to say goodbye
To things we love, to things we've tried
To satisfy and only found
The hollow and the empty sound
What is the reason we exist?
Prioritize our To-Do List?
To love our friends and family?
Even heathen dutifully
Carry out the least of these
What cures the self-centered disease?
What actions will curtail the tide
To free us from this selfish pride
Arising from our desperate need
To break away and intercede?
What does it take for Scrooge to see
His inert wake and loveless spree?
How can he break and truly know
His life is more or less a show?
A lesson learned, a suffered loss,
A fire burned, a coin that's tossed
A vapor that appears and goes
To dissipation, where? who knows?
A life that counts while it is here
In this surrounding biosphere
Must surely be the one that lives
To love beyond what comfort gives
To pilgrim's progress, as it goes
To brave the thorn upon the rose
To somehow find that place of peace
That sense of purpose, sweet release,
And find a love that truly grows
This might be God, let's pray, who knows?
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