What we leave behind
returns to greet us… unplanned,
Ever ancient, ever new,
the universe is a finely tuned
microcosm of miracles
and the human race, all string
and tin cans, is a discordant blip
on its echocardiogram.
Walk softly and carry no stick.
Life is not a fiction. It is not
a spectator sport either.
Life is an amalgamation of dreams
and deeds that will return to us
to comfort or accuse.
We become the sum of our imagination
guided by the will of a greater God,
of miracles and dreams
and a microcosm yet to be seen.