A short poem inspired by the gratitude I feel to the Lord for His marvellous, intelligent limitations here on Earth.
I see now why the moon takes its place. Why you gave the sun a timer,
Why the light must dim itself away— The sun's rays were never meant
To flow on forevermore. One ray of sunshine is a fire
Yielding life with energy. Another is but scorched skin
Gifting death and fading colour.
You knew me too before I was created.
You knew all of my tendencies:
I splurge, I abuse, overuse and misjudge
Volatile in life along with dazes in death.
Thank you, oh Creator, for thinking ahead Thank you for the limitation upon which I’m made.