Life

Life is a tuft of fiber string,
Some strands are grey and blue.
We weave them in our given hour,
And inter-mix a brighter hue.

We make a pattern of our days,
And ere we come to length.
We tie the bonds of love secure,
With traits of inward strength.

Our agile ways and actions,
Can temper well the soul
We work...and watch...and kneel to pray,
On trusses reaching to our goals.

So soon our string is finished,
In winding...comes the end.
We live upon our glorious earth,
To have...the coverlet of death descend.

T'is them we falter on the brink,
And in our venture stop and think.
It was by faith we planned to see,
The glorious realms of eternity.


E.P. 1908 - 1989