As Life Gives Way

 
This white house now grey
with the weathering of time
once saw laughter, and tears,
but now there is but hope.

Leaves fall gently on the steps 
and I am reminded of the passage of time.
Nothing ever changes, yet
nothing ever stays the same.

Lost with our hope
we linger in the grey of dawn
aware that soon the sun will set;
the day will not have been long enough.

Angels are watching 
preparing a new home
diligent and patient,
as they scatter petals in the wind.

When I get to heaven,
they will greet me, and I will know 
that life has been but a speck in the eye 
of eternity.





                   august 2002