Ruminations On Life

Is not our life a wave of energy coursing through us Just like a flickering flame or a fleeting gleam Which when stopped, like a weed scorched by the sun Or a tree felled down by a merciless axe, we will lie Is not our life like a theatrical performance Where we don the roles we are commissioned to Some of us play the roles of tyrants or kings While some act as meek minions at their service Is not our life a voyage through the rough seas Where we paddle on and on over billowing waves Never asking where we are heading to Nor knowing when our trackless course ends Is not our life, the footprints left on sandy shore Washed away instantly by the incoming wave Not able to measure their length or width And never to trace where once they really lay Is not our life as illusory as the mirage of the desert Staying beyond our grasp and endlessly deluding Sometimes dazzling like a verdant oasis Sometimes bewildering like an awful nightmare Is not our life a little space lying somewhere Between our infant cradle and our grave Where we struggle to secure our place To be ousted soon by those who come after us But we live on, never in despair but in hope That beyond this mortal life and its struggles Somewhere for us, eternity’s dim portals await To harbor our souls that from deep slumber shall rise!