Life And Years, by Lawrence Mathebula Subscribe to rss feed for Lawrence Mathebula
Posted: 2018-11-08 13:49:40 UTC
It's been all only full of joy and pain,
Found every good, and wound a mortal
feel
Evermore, day and night of open, and eyes closed
Unto passings lost here, but we are growing;
Children born last, parents we are becoming
Earth creatures, the ultimate.

But what's life, without the end,
Of years until all suns of days descend?
It all a heart's fear, to fear the nigh,
Death and God, which can call, beneath his sky
Is life though life unto the living soul
I give to God of earth; it not my own,
But of the fleetings that'll be passing by,
All Human hands that hold or let me die.


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