Should all man's exertions and efforts come to naught <br />(as all are wont to do in time's vast flow) <br />crumbled with ages, fallen 'neath the sea, or so <br />totally lost through numerous means, existence fraught <br /> <br />with peril: fragile as a leaf tossed in the wind, <br />blown thither & yon, dancing along a flowered field. <br />Like the leaf we need pray for grace to yield <br />to Spirit's breath so our souls surrender, dance in kind <br /> <br />and worry not of anything we may leave <br />nor of reputation's gilded or tarnished lies: <br />To perceive self with loving yet unjaundiced eyes <br />accepting those truths with detachment, not grieve <br /> <br />a false image or what we might gain or lose, <br />but take back our power, our freedom to choose. <br /> <br />(Copyright 3/19/2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/should-all-man-s-exertions-come-to-naught/
