WHAT REMAINS

by Amber N. Nix

So brief here a life, 
Yet how long the days--
Every person, every path, 
Every plan to weigh...
Eternity before us, 
A stone-etched past,
And the present pulse
Racing so fast
Compounds all truth--
So deep an abyss,
With endless roots...
Bottomless.
Yet, higher than space
Reaches in thoughts,
Seeds of Faith 
Embrace tender plots.
The Tiller follows 
Fallow ground
Until it wallows
At His sound.
When waking one dawn, 
Clear truth emerges
From growing along
Nourishing urges.
Origins fuse
For stronger supply,
With faithful roots 
Yielding rise
To more complication, 
Yet simplicity still
Lays all foundation 
In His ordered Will.
Inevitable change 
Plays the expanse;
All growth engages
At every chance.
But, what remains
After the winds,
After the rains
And fire are sent?
Surely Faith's meant
To continue unwinding,
And Love's ever spent
In perpetual finding...
Hope undeniably
Runs shore to shore
'Til terrestrial seas
Will be no more.
1 Corinthians 13:13
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