We Must Be Incarnate
So much depends on mood and time of day
We interpret or mis-shape what we perceive.
The sun may shine to show a better way
Or absent that, a transient cloud deceive.
No lowing herds wind down our oil fumed roads.
Tranquillity at dusk has disappeared.
With artificial light the daytime mode’s
Prolonged and reverie’s feared.
To truly live we must be incarnate.
God himself has paid this price alone.
For time misspent we do not get rebate.
As ,like the leaves in wind, away we’re blown.
To live aright perception must be clear
Including in its breadth all that we fear.
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