Infinite Mystery

This path we chose to choose;
A road forged by His hand, and
Tied to every morsel of our lives
Unseen and obscured are the miles ahead
Too often we sought to predict, to understand
The fated ground beneath our feet
And glimpse, and cheat
Too look, forsee, to know what comes next
Better to live, sing, and enjoy
The gift we've been granted, and
The life we've been given, with
Each day as blessed as the first,
Each moment as sacred as the last
Remembering to forget,
Forget the past, for it cannot be changed
Forget the future, for it cannot be predicted
A focus on the now;
The infinite mystery of it all

The End

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