The transience
of everyday events.
The fear
that much experience
will pass me by.
These fleeting concerns
disturb my waking hours
and interrupt my sleep.
I lack a strength
of purpose.
I deplore
the weakness of my mind;
the doubts
that happiness will yet return;
that new growth of spirit
will spring from old;
that I will retain the faith
to go on building
from every death
that decimates my world.
And
I owe a debt.
I have a commitment.
I must maintain the will
to go on fighting.
I must retain the hope
that life and love
may yet be won.
And I must accept the fact
that dogmas may vanish,
that temples may fall,
that ikons may crumble,
and credence
may moulder.
But
Earth Abides
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
The transience
of everyday events.
The fear
that much experience
will pass me by.
These fleeting concerns
disturb my waking hours
and interrupt my sleep.
I lack a strength
of purpose.
I deplore
the weakness of my mind;
the doubts
that happiness will yet return;
that new growth of spirit
will spring from old;
that I will retain the faith
to go on building
from every death
that decimates my world.
And
I owe a debt.
I have a commitment.
I must maintain the will
to go on fighting.
I must retain the hope
that life and love
may yet be won.
And I must accept the fact
that dogmas may vanish,
that temples may fall,
that ikons may crumble,
and credence
may moulder.
But
Earth Abides
