You turn the hearts of mankind,
to a place of contrition,
like the dust of the earth,
being reminded of its lowliness.
Yet, for the recalcitrant,
their hearts compel them
to continue in their ways,
regardless of their destiny.
The last things need to be kept in mind,
or else our glory, we can not find.
Yet, some would act in reckless abandon,
ignoring our common fate in the earth.
Without a vision, our humanity perishes,
like a dandelion’s tufts blowing in the wind.
Each tiny red seed carried aloft
on a silver grey strand of gossamer.
Life itself is ephemeral,
and the soul eternal –
carried away at the time of death,
to a place of recompense.