A Weary Illusion

water color by Candace Huffmaster

The past is a weary illusion

The future is a colorful delusion

And each second passes as mysteriously as the wind.

It is dark until light

Things are calm till there’s chaos

And running from life’s storms is quiet vain.

When we stand, we still move

When we lie down, there’s no rest

Even in sleep we exhaust our own thoughts.

If we did not make our self

And we cannot withhold death

How in this world can we ever escape fear?

There is peace, this I know

And I am not afraid to have hope

Nor to believe there is something more to life.

For if now is all I am

Then my life is nearing end

And there is little in the now that can uphold more.

But if yesterday’s still alive

And tomorrow already formed

Then these moments will continue on and so will I.

Though I age, I've always been

Though I die, I still remain

It is then that I will see and fully comprehend.

For if I knew now what was to be

Why in the world would I have peace

For my soul would want to obtain the finer form.

So for now I’ll enjoy my life

And I will live to fulfill my time

And in time, my time will merge with all history.

But then once your days complete

You too will pass through space

And emerge as the highest creature you’re designed to be

So believe beyond this day

Care about the things that you don’t see

And believe in Providence ~ the Sovereign Deity.

Candace Huffmaster © 2014

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