Tragic Prayer

Can despair repair

The damage of man?

Can a dance display

The joy of Creation?

Mourning and merriment

Are neither here nor there to

Creation and Destruction,

Which are as the hand and the fist

Being in one essence through two forms.

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So let us love both life and death,

Loving life while living

Accepting death while dying;

As man can make Success a Misery

While the Irish turn the Death March

With their drinking into a Wake.

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Either way the Truth is Timeless

Yet Always changing,

But we’ll always appear…

Or reappear… Knowing Now.

Why ask How? And never ask Why?

For Love answers no questions.

Yet we are left with Love alone,

And fortunately each other

For Now.

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