With one day's passing comes the sorrow of the next.
An autumn chill frightens the mortal body.
A mind confused, lost in endless wanderings,
And footsteps that cannot free her trapped soul.
Unable to move, to find the next step,
She stumbles, crawling in constant circles
At last shivering alone in the fog,
Fear dripping from the looming black pines.
Her huddled figure while cloaked
Remains ever unshielded from the mist.
Death approaches for she was consumed
Not by a hopeful breath but by the flesh.
But why punished for what she never knew?
Who's duty was it to anoint this soulless being!
You have been given but one task and fail.
It is daunting but those who shy away are untrue.
Don't be blind to the war that rages on.
For your mission is to fight unrelentlessly.
The time is fleeting; become an offering
Amidst this life while awaiting the next.
The cross of the past, the glory ahead,
The needs of today will push you on for while
Pain casts a shadow on this land it is
No match for the power that destroyed death.
Inspired by Romans 8.
