Papery lives.

Our lives are like paper boats,

made in a jiffy,

from a memory - a shape.

There! Set afloat in the rains,

aloft,the mast, and ahead, the drains,

a murmur of a prayer, the hope alight.

There we are, only made of paper,

Soaking in the water and sinking away.

A hope alight, a distant prayer,

never too soon, always too late!

But then of course! We are made of paper,

absorbing the water and floating away.

A hope in sight, a near blessing,

never too late, and always too soon.

There we are, simple and steady,

 to immerse into the earth, together and ready.