In the birth of brightness, flowers new. I seldom stopped to sniff a few. In all the dangers I review. Found none guaranteed for blessings due.

A tribute to the forming hands. As the man of wisdom understands. When freedom fails where mercy stands. It never cedes to wroth demands.

Hope of head in heart it thrives. Keeping pure once awful lives. Face first to waves in which he dives. Shall reward be found where rebirth revives.

To mysteries long and words so sweet. Oft better than sacrificial meat. Before revelation signals their defeat. The false are found in rash retreat.

Full circle come to round the bend. Never anticipating so swift untimely end. No wounds to succor, no heart to mend. Winds so roar no reed to bend.

In pride we flutter, spark and fume. Seeking plans yet to resume. Never dark the opening of once sealed tomb. No flesh to rot in death’s perfume.

For life it lives not breath, blood and bone. Everything we once thought to own. The cards are read the secret shown. Leaving us presumably alone.

Salvation stand and judgment kneel. We never thought we’d forget that deal. Not about what we think or feel. What we once believed was not even real.

Each of us child newly come. Princely sons and Earthly bum. Not born of numbers or equation’s sum. We march to Heaven by the fife and drum.