The path ahead I cannot see, this moment's all I know,
There's nothing sure and nothing set,
Where I can come or go.
Each breath I take is but fragile, my body's end depends,
On what I can't control, direct
Nor have the power to tend.
It needs perfection to sustain, each muscle, nerve and cell,
While here it ages and deteriorates
Though I may treat it well.
Thus all my God, I need within, to make my spirit live,
While here my body, fades and dies
To 'me' new life He gives.
He is perfection to sustain, my spirit and my soul,
He is the key to every day,
All's safe in His control.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems İFeb 2012
Poetry from the Heart
It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
~ Arthur Hugh Cloug ~