Very Near The End Of Time
Very near the end of time
When all of life dreams divine
The hopes and questions posed before
Now are ropes that dangle the hordes
We came as being, seeking self
We spent our lives doing nothing else
After all, we are the children
Made of wonder, crystal clear then
Existence has a way of doing rough
The mindless and senseless, oh so tough
So we continue on, re-forming this love stuff
Until we find ourselves, as clear enough
We see the world and all its splendor
We glorify this moment with our laughter
Most of all we ponder the past
Why, are we the children, we ask
I have no answers for anyone
I'm not even sure of who I am
But sure I am of why I exist
To speak with conviction, Love exists
This little poem, does empty my soul
And all of life, surely does know
Love and joy are cousins fair
All because we really care
I'll not regret my life or purpose
Nor find fault with you, because
We are all made of the very same stuff
God is Love and energy enough
Love is the only word I've ever found
Whose meaning I believe to be profound
And as we dance to the rhythms of life
I know we'll meet when we are right