These, Our Lives

Perhaps it takes a little longer now,
for us to catch our breath.
The step a little slower, even shorter.
Today is still the first day of our lives.
Right now, the vision comes to us
much brighter than it ever did before.
(We can't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.)

Our culture doesn't offer much to us.
The minimal, and never quite enough
to carry on within the style of our youth.
At times, the younger generation
looks askance at all that we've become;
denying those life lessons that we struggled
through and won.
(We can't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.)

And there is fear - subtle yet so overwhelming,
in all too many faces, young to older middle-aged.
Fear of sickness, fear of death,
fear of never running fast enough.
Knowledge can be dismal news to us.
Belief in the defeat of flesh
has grown too very real, even in youth.
(We can't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.)

They call them terrorists.
As they project the rage of aging
round the world. Underground,
the battles still live on, so deep
inside. Giving this, while taking that.
It doesn't matter, all those moments that
we share of great emotion. For a court
of law cannot convict you there.
(We can't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.)

We are alive! No matter any detail
of the lives that we must just keep
living on. And life itself still makes
the greatest difference of them all.
While love, within these human forms,
brings more than only pleasure being born.
(We can't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.)

Close your eyes and let the worry go.
Most doctors really never came
to know the skin that you live in.
The world spins within the universe.
Cosmic, every breath we dare
to breathe within that universal,
loving harmony.

Oh no, we won't allow the fear of death
to conquer these, our lives.
For you and I have grown too wise
to let their growing power compromise
these hearts, these souls, these minds.
Sophia, spirit of each soul, reach down
and heal this growing whole - in us...

? Michaelette ?

10/09/2002
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