The harmony of life is such –
I do not ask of it so much –
that one must die while one must live,
one must take and one must give.
But why does God ordain it so?
Is He above, and we below?
Must we always then obey
what God and World have set to say?
The harmony of life contends
with all the things that it upends:
one must stay, while one must go.
Life at us does sorrows throw.
And yet, what more of grief to speak –
am I strong, or am I weak?
What does the earth want of me?
Does heaven ever vaunt of me?
How can I contend
with worlds that have no end?
The harmony of life secedes
when loved ones from the picture recede.
Oh why, God, must we suffer
when life gives us no sure buffer?
And yet – the harmony always there,
from our toes and to our hair.
It teaches us how to learn to dwell
without those whom we love so well.
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