Not Alone

Maybe we're not maneuvering down here by ourselves.
Perhaps there are assigned creatures that help us hold on to life.
Sometimes it's too hot to hold.
Other times the frostbite is unbearable.
And we left home without gloves in our coat pockets.

Passing

Shadows come and overtake
A passing from realm to realm
Where darkness fills the room
When the air stands still
And the rhythm cease

The Divine Miracle

Time can not measure the joy.

Cries from the helpless creation in your arms.
The fear of what lies ahead mixed with the expectancy of the same.

The days will be stored by landmarks.
The scenes, a relief pattern in the frames of your mind.

And you'll hold every moment like the breeze on a Spring day.