Poems ✍️

What does it matter...such confusion
'bout confessions...absolution.
Who here has the right to say
When God plans your time, your day?

Listen to the Doves,
sing their song of pleasure,
their essence peace and love-
for life and we to measure.

'til Death comes on command
by the One who gave you life,
and tho' you'll try to understand-
you won't until you die.

That's how it's meant to be,
Life and Death's mystery;
For if not planned as such,
and mysteries be set free-
would Paradise be as much
as you expected it to be?



FjR-MMXIX