This knowledge we all live and share no escape but God.
Time travels on and oft
drags us
screaming and kicking into
futures of unknown
We resist from fear or
dread of it
or we try to run ahead to
languish for a season in our fleeting joys.
The ride is sometimes safe
and comforting
with the company of our
fellows,
when sometimes we are free
and flying
with breezes cool and
clean on our faces
but all to often it turns
from swift to breakneck speed
hurling into an abyss of
future terror.
It is strange that each of
us go with understanding
that we all travel thus
both alone and together.
Born into time living
finite
our perspective is locked
by eyes fixed here.
Long we all for power over
it
to persuade inevitable
errors for correction.
But in the end each
knowing that
what is, is
sadness engulfs the one
that acknowledges the fact
for power we have none and
all are at a loss.
Sure we are of the truth
of it
not one is spared the fact
But sweeter still the
moments shared
with fellows heart felt
touch.
Joy bubbles over spilling
out and shared
when finding companions
here.
For lonely travelers we
would be
on this ride into eternity
singly taken.
And look we all to greater
planes
beyond time and space to
solace for our hearts to brace.
Now shelter we our charges
in attempt to spare the day
when understanding dawns
and sadness grows in innocent soul.
For the ride is sweeter
when taken without fear and dread
but eyes of wonder, trust
and joy
Curious even with our
knowing seek we all that place again
where softly we fall to
sleep at night no dark chasm looming o'er.
To taste again that deep,
deep sigh where
nothing wrong is known.
And sing our souls in
freedom's bliss that song long lost to us
where safety rules and
comfort reigns in time unknown.
AND IN IRISH
An t-eolas againn ar fad
beo agus aon éalú ach Dia a roinnt.
Am ag taisteal ar agus oft drags linn
screaming agus kicking isteach sa todhchaí de anaithnid
Resist againn ó eagla nó dread de
nó iarracht muid a reáchtáil romhainn chun languish le haghaidh
séasúr inár joys fleeting.
Is é an turas sábháilte agus uaireanta comforting
leis an gcuideachta ar ár mic,
uaireanta nuair atáimid saor in aisce agus eitilte
le breezes fionnuar agus glan ar ár n-aghaidheanna
ach go léir go minic anois é ó sciobtha le luas breakneck
iománaíocht isteach i abyss de terror sa todhchaí.
Tá sé aisteach go dtéann gach duine againn le tuiscint
againn go léir mar sin taistil araon ina n-aonar agus le chéile.
Rugadh i am maireachtáil finite
Is é ár dearcadh faoi ghlas ag súile seasta anseo.
Fada againn do gach cumhacht níos mó ná sé
chun earráidí persuade dosheachanta ar cheartú.
Ach sa deireadh gach eolas go
a bhfuil a,
brón engulfs an ceann a admhaíonn an bhfíric
do chumhacht ag aon duine againn agus iad go léir ag
caillteanas.
Chinntiú go bhfuil againn de na fírinne air
Ní hé amháin spared an fíoras
Ach fós sweeter an chuimhneacháin roinnte
le croí mic bhraith dteagmháil.
Boilgeoga Aoibhneas thar spilling amach agus roinnte
nuair a aimsiú companions anseo.
Chun travelers uaigneach ba mhaith linn a bheith
ar an turas i eternity dhéanamh ina n-aonar.
Agus táimid ag gach planes chun níos mó
thar am agus spás a solace dár hearts a brace.
Anois fothain againn ár muirir i iarracht chun spártha an lá
nuair a dawns tuiscint agus brón a fhásann i Soul
neamhchiontach.
Chun an turas é sweeter nuair a ghlacadh gan eagla agus dread
ach súile Wonder, muinín agus áthas
Aisteach fiú lenár eolas muid ag iarraidh go léir ar siúl arís
i gcás ina softly thig linn a chodladh ar aon oíche chasm dorcha
looming o'er.
Chun blas arís go domhain, sigh domhain nuair a
faic cearr ar eolas.
Agus ár chanadh anamacha i saoirse's bliss go amhrán fada a
cailleadh le linn
i gcás ina rialacha sábháilteachta agus reigns do chompord i
anaithnid am.
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