This Life would simply seem a whirlwind fantasy
If it were not for the History inherent,
The Time-Bound wisdom and knowledge.
This Heart would ring in fools paradise,
Proclaiming the Virtue of all and nothing,
But for the discernment of my minds eye, the courage of my conviction.
And Today would be a Gods wet dream
Were it not for the torment
Of Yesterday and Tomorrow,
For Love would live so Perfect
Were it not for the Prophet
Who speaks in error.
And I too may be quick to praise the Gods
For all our Worldy treasures, for all our living gifts,
Were it not for the Beauty of these mortal hands
That did so daringly, in Grace and Folly,
Lay down the Stele and the law,
and bless the face of human kindness.
Loves sweet intoxication, divine holds our futures dear,
But Love is fickle, hasty and rash -
It is only the Will of mortal man
That pays for Life in Work and coldhard Cash.
For you, My Love, I would pay the Gods a thousand thanks
But for the roads we build by these mortal hands.
"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering" ~ St. Augustine
Written for Love, Life and Amelia.