Poem: life

Life’s beginnings seem long
Like the lines of the sands of time
Or long as a winding road
Going nowhere
But ending up somewhere
Until there is no end in sight.
Life changes like autumn’s colors of leaves
On the tree when one moment, one color
The next, another and so it goes
The changes of life’s many faces
And yet so it goes.
Around and the world goes
Like this globe, this place, this space
This planet, this thing called life!
Dearly beloved we are in this thing called
life
And believe it or not if you dare.
Mystery is of life
As life is of mystery.
I do not know why but
I just know why but
I accept it as it is
Not gospel but as it is conclusion, amen.