Isaiah

How quickly do the cycles run,
Summer, rainy, winter, return.
But life is not a cycle -
If it were, we could always mend our yesterday.
Yet, one awaits the future to somehow mend his today.
How weird such futile hopes deceive us into wrong each day.

How long will it be before
The truth vanquishes all vanity.
But man is a vapor -
Yet, all that he needs is a bit of heaven's fire.
A coal from the altar, or else life slips down into hellish mire.
How meaningless to reject what is fact to make room for feelings.
Lord, sanctify! Sanctify.......!!!