As time goes by
And life flows ever onward
We often pause to think of better days;
Of those we held and loved in happy moments
Before there came a parting of the ways.
Through bitter-sweet remembrance
Of some dear smile upon a well-loved face,
Until we come to joyous glad reunion
Eternally, in heaven’s meeting place.
I imagined I stood, with other believers
In a seemingly endless line
Where an angel distributed bundles of sticks
And I wondered which one would be mine,
For each bundle, I saw, was different
And each individual stick
Varied as well, in shape and size;
Some light, others heavy and thick.
Oh, poor little creature thrust into the world
With fragile feelers and wings half-furled,
Fearing the unknown, dreading so soon
The challenge of life outside the cocoon.
Feeling fore-boding at freedom’s call,
Suspecting the nectar of life as gall.
You would not go forward, you cannot retreat
To the dark little world in ruins at your feet.