We are as celestial flotsam,
Ethereal in the aeons of time,
Suspended in the universal mist
Sweeping slowly over the mountains and valleys
Comprising a lifetime.
Collectively, we are capable of great love,
Individually, we love greatness.
Periodically, the mist lifts
And we see clearly
But mostly we drift along
Hoping to find compatibility,
A singularity of love,
Or, if we’re extraordinarily lucky,
A lifelong commitment.
We were lucky –
God was gracious in lighting our path,
In ordaining an enjoined destination,
In raising us above the mist
To the mountain tops.
Copyright wordz2Go Mar 2016