Friday, April 29, 2005
As all things that have been shall be,
As pass all things to come;
As day ne'er sets upon the sea
Reigns ever night for some.
As heavens wheel above the Earth,
Eternal light and dark,
We mimic 'twixt our death and birth
The sparrow and the lark.
Her colors dull, her chirping plain
In constant quest for food
The sparrow strives in sun and rain
To rear her little brood,
While lark exultant on her wings
Sings songs of joy and love
To shame the tunes of courts and kings
And ring the clouds above.
Now like the sparrow, 'til we die,
We toil as Life has willed,
Our labors ‘neath the arching sky
To clothe, and feed, and build.
Still, through our toils, we raise our voice
Although we know our fate,
Unlike the lark — yet we rejoice
As life we celebrate!
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull