Life is often measured, only by gains;
with losses, rarely held in account;
after those losses, whatever remains;
are far fewer than what we surmount.
But, sometimes we feel we’re discarded;
like trash, sumarily dismissed;
our love has been totally disregarded;
once gone; we’ll never be missed.
Life was never meant, a bed of roses;
the garden is filled with weeds;
tho we all strike formidable poses;
we can’t even meet our own needs.
For, all were meant to be a companion;
two hearts beat faster than one;
but if one heart decides to abandon;
we’re lost, before we’ve begun.
Eventually, only one heart is left;
one companion has gone on ahead;
the remaining one; in love, bereft;
there might as well two, be dead.
At such times, we think we’re discarded;
but such reality, isn’t at all true;
for, the Master’s Love, to all, is imparted;
and, within each soul, imbued.
We’re never beyond the Master’s power;
even when thinking we’re left alone;
we’re not discarded; we’ve begun to flower;
and soon, He will bring us all home.