all we see are but slices
of an eternal journey
laden with thorns and thistles
when the road is smooth
it makes one wonder
is the easy life
only meant for a grave sinner?
when one chooses
the straight and narrow
why is there only pain and sorrow?
we curate highlights
and skip the lowlights
we laud the trophies,
mute the travails
yet beauty can, too, be found
in the thick of chaos
and peace be had
in the dusky shadows
the rich and the pauper
go meet the same end
when their hearts are set
on Heaven’s dividends.
ancore! 