The Uncertainty of Life

The uncertainty of life is rife With sadness, triumphs and woe; Scorching heat and cooling rains From shifting winds that blow. From north, south, west and east Bringing beauty or despair Before the dawn where dreams are spawned Suspended in thin air. In a misty fog, a drifting daze Not night, nor day or morn; Where moments near fill us with fear And bravery is born. By feeble chance of sweet romance While dancing on death’s door; The sound of singing, children bringing Meaning by the score. To think about and laugh and shout Sleep-walking on high wires; Feeble and precarious as A raindrop on a flower. Waiting for the miracle Of the sun to send it home; Back to the gate from whence it came And to itself is known. More familiar than a moonlit pond Reflecting self to same; Back home inside its mother’s eye Devoid of earthly blame. From all the wrong turns and souls that yearn For higher realms above; The uncertainty of life is rife With mystery and love.