To you I ask, “What am I to do On this day that’s come new?” “Do nothing at all,” you say, “It has always been this way,  That never ever...

I don’t quite suppose That I willingly chose To be thus confined To this body-mind And also to appear As a mortal mere On Earth, pale...

In this Your world where we now stay Troubles for sure will come our way. Sometimes, in pain we want to scream, But perhaps this world is...

This day is fast rushing on, Soon, it’ll be another dawn (That is, if You so ordain This world to still remain), And so, yet again,...

This is what I call a ‘telling sight’: My hair’s less black, more white, My back aches, my step is slow, These tell me I’ll soon have to...

This Your world: did You curse or bless? I just don’t know; nor, too, can I guess. Here there’s joy, and there’s also woe, These two...

In this grand hall I sit, Among them a real misfit, It’s good in such silence to be, But too long’s too much for me.   You may ask what I...

I’ve been made here to dwell, In this dark and gloomy Hell. Where from here now can I go? I've no idea, I just don’t know!   In this...

How many years for me still in store? Ten, fifteen, or perhaps some more? Whatever time may now remain On earthly realm of joy and pain,...

Fathom this mystery if you can, Of our allotted short lifespan, A century long or so at most, And then we ‘give up the ghost’!   From...

You fervently believe all that’s been said In books penned by men long since dead. “These tomes are divine”, you proclaim, “The Lord’s...

It all began with that grave fear When I was a small child mere, And then, because of one dark sin What a great mess I found myself in!  ...

He uses what He wills as His instrument, About this, what more can I comment? My lips are sealed but my pen flows, The truth of the...

Cease at once this madness of yours! I suggest to you this simply because There’s no way that what you declare (With great passion and...

Life in this world, where none forever stays, Has been likened to a fair of a mere four days.* It’s a ‘mere four-day fair’ and then we...

Is this the reason You sent us here: To live in stress and constant fear? Was Your purpose for us really this: That we’d like serpents...

I know this might sound bizarre, But we aren’t as we think we are, Individuals apart, ‘you’ and ‘me’, As it appears to us to clearly be....

We’re not here simply some days to spend, Just to pass time till we reach death’s bend. This, surely, isn’t the reason why we’re here, To...

You take the load and I will dance, Like a child in mirth I will prance, And gurgle, giggle, laugh and play While You go about having...

Is it that each their tasks defined Have by You been clearly assigned, With each thus to play their part, And from which none can depart,...