Sonntag, 13. Mai 2018

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (28)


To laugh, to cry - to win - to lose

To work it out - to think - to choose

A Life, sweet Life Gods chosen vice

The heat of Fire - the cold of Ice.

What brought us here? What bids us stay?

What keeps us going day by day?

Where is the hand that drew the plan?

Our stay on earth. This test for man?

Where, where is freedom, where is light?

And where the end to life’s dark night?

Where, where is love and where is peace?

When, when shall fear and sorrow cease?

Not here! But soon - so laugh - so cry

And never question where or why,

Our being here is fire beneath the ice

And life, sweet life God’s chosen vice

To shape our souls for Paradise.


He who does all things well

To whom we turn our grieve to tell

Will see and know the reason why

We love, we lose, we live and die.

For unto Him all things are known.

And He will safely guide us home,

Where love and Friendship have no end.

He. He our Guide, our King, our Friend.

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