Another Sacred Life

Age—softens our mortal shadows Warms, some deep mythical essence Through our subconscious, we sense echoes Resonating from god's secret presence We feel a torchlight, heeling scares. It resonates through wishy-washy eyes. That has seen too much at-first-unawares Felt what it is to have good faith reprise By mean resentment, profound paranoid Yet still finds time for forgiveness, endless. Nevermore-so-now are they reemployed? Such attributes are rare in youth friendless. Age—weighs heavy, but then something ignites. Sparks a fire into another sacred life Brokers a deal allowing these acolytes To gather and collect new priceless supplies.