Object Impermanence

Over upon an oasis where the cool wind blew Bejeweled and as precious as the morning dew Just as the pale light of the rising sun renew Emblazoning as the day more beautiful grew Could then the gods of yore, oh, rise up anew To set this world right sadly gone askew. I am a hapless wandering soul Meandering along out of control Pausing nowhere for some lofty goal Eternally seeking my God-given role Rejoicing for the gift of life as a whole. Mourning the day I’ll give up this race Assured, I can finally rest some place Nigh Lord’s grand design and grace Eternally holding my soul face to face Notwithstanding all my shortcomings Captivatingly idyllic with natural things Empowered by the divine king of kings. ~Form: Rhyming Acrostic ~Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger