What can we offer to those who come after?
Stories of battle and victory?
Triumphant shouts and accolades?
Treasures retrieved and dragons destroyed?
Sometimes, it seems that the song that I sing
Is more of a dirge than a dance.
The smallest of joys seems forged from great pain
And defeat seems a constant refrain.
The lessons seem to say that happiness is snatched
From the teeth of a merciless beast:
To take for the moment the juice that is there
Lest someone else take it away.
But if I change the view from my analytical chair
To a wider and longer perspective,
I see I have a bigger part
Than the walk-on role in this play.
And little decisions and actions I take
Have an influence on time’s river course
And thought that I use to contain or express
Is noticed, is rewarded, is blessed.
And the child that I teach or the friend I encourage
Can multiply the fruit of my work
If I just keep planting and trusting the One
Who will gather all things in His time.