by Abraham M. de la Torre
Beliefs are born inalienable to man
as sovereign rights are steered from foul to fine
the world was made out of a void so that
the creatures peopling it may deem their joy
as fact. Therefore, along with kindred peace
there is a separate part that man may work
on the fruition of a mutual pact:
that even in dispute lives must adjust.
There was no promise made by anyone
that every weather be it rain or shine
is fit for making merry let alone
avoids what makes for misery for none
is privy to a deity. So we pray
“Thy will be done” like any child of faith
until, although undone, we multiply
our deeds and never mind if the regrets
outnumber efforts to alleviate
the grief more than the inner self can take
because the given has surpassed its reach.
We do not stop. We toil up to the peak
of rest. And only lightly pause to make
the certainty that for as long as straight
and narrow is our gait there is a light
to anywhere that darkness is a threat.
We travel with relentless energy
and zeal. We never weary for the real
reward awaiting neither here nor where
our souls have yet to part with to be there.