(From A Pedagogical Odyssey)
Shall I always be
As a transient soul
Traveling on the stale
Path of time?
Will turbulent tides
Of the lived lives
Ever end their
To and fro
Search?
As with Job
God demands
That I too be put
To life’s living test
That I too may
And will succeed
As we dig our destinies
That the soil of time will bear
Despite the reality
That the harvest will
Forever remain plentiful
And the reapers
Remaining but
A few…