We Are the Bark

We are the bark, whose skin is hardened By our life’s complaints; Experiencing our separateness, Together all as saints. Our triumph is to conquer worlds That each of us create; Our failure lies in birth of moments That we hesitate. Life will come in ways we cannot see; Creeping up, bubbling up In our periphery. Desire be the Ghost, of Immortality. Life will crush the breath Of expectations born; Blow away the leaves, From all Septembers, torn. Snowflakes floating on our prayers, Angels walk beside you. A sorrow for the hunger souls may feel. A myth of Love that turns our liquids solid. A Moment’s gift from God for Time to steal. By our things are we created. No faults except the ones we give ourselves. A moment, maybe two to pause Reflect on what to do. And Time Away! The air is where it is supposed to be. Although we take it to ourselves, Such cost is never free. The needed cost for life Are we.