Occasional Impressions Poetry Collections
all that we were is no more:
joys, hopes, fears - all are ended -
entrusted into the hands of others
who may not care as we have cared.
secret joys and public spectacles
will be as if they never were.
The thicket closes back over the path
that we had trodden down -
they move on into another world
that we have never lived in -
that we have had no part in.
save in the sight of God.
all we once took pride in,
is forgotten and poured back
into the cauldron of possibility -
save in the choice of God.
but even love dies eventually -