That the visitor will come
A truth, it is
rock-like sure
But when, how and where
No human can conjecture!
One may have gathered glory
As feared ruler and emperor
He meets the very same fate
That waits a beggar and pauper!
One may have amassed wealth
By many means foul and fair
It cannot defer his departure
However much he may dare!
A child is born with breaths
Bundled for it in its chest
He begins to expend them
In his actions and in his rest
A river begins in the mountains
It hurries down the slope
No command can then halt it
To tie its flow there’s no rope
Once the stream runs its course
it will melt in the waiting sea
A little long, a little short perhaps
its journey in world
can be!
Let’s celebrate the jubilee
To thank and praise the Lord
He alone is the Master and King
He gifts us years as his accord!
Xavier Bage
Sun, June 17-18, 2017
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