In your life as you toil in this place,
The key to your treasure in kind,
May be found by the end of the race.
The time in each day tarries on,
Each day seems to render its toll,
We move through life hither and yon,
In search of its ultimate goal.
There are many who look to their past,
To remember their happiest day,
With fine metals in gold we must cast,
To preserve our memories that way.
E’en others will find pleasure where,
In a search for a cure that they seek,
To cover the hurt that they bear,
Uncovering fixes quite weak.
True happiness comes in the now,
Just open your “eyes” and you’ll see,
God offers a day to endow,
To trust in His will and be free.
Peter Lowell Paulson
August 17, 2010
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