Not all life is a state of euphoric bliss.
there is ache within many moments.
Reason with our lives,
convincing ourselves of our peace,
our quest, reaching, working, Tapas on.

Surrendering when exhausted,
our last struggle undone,
crying like children
because we have no recourse
from the power of God.

Whether we move or stand
his breath stokes our fires,
soothing our tears,
cradling our age.

The days wear us down,
the unresolved wish
inhabiting every moment
until we relinquish our grasp
around ourselves
and offer our lives up in a prayer.