Time is, was, and will be,
and in that itself
expresses its unyielding
and belittling hold over our beings
in love and life,
pain and death.
We therefore turn ourselves against it
as it does mock us,
as our bodies grow and flourish
only to then wither and die
in the absence of any meaning
we so desperately crave.
In our ignorance,
we do so hopelessly yearn for an alternative,
an explanation,
of which deep down we know cannot be.
And so it was,
against reason and rational thought,
did man with a bowing nod,
create in mind and body,
the sacred faith of god.
