Treasure Island

Jesse Fast

(Iroquois, SD)

The Passage Of Man


Like a madly rushing torrent,
Through a chasm deep and vast,
Like rushing water raging onward,
So are the glorious days of ages past.

Like the eagle soaring upward,
Ever climbing at his chosen will,
Like the wind through wings outspread,
So is the Force that moves us forward still.

Like the counsel of the people,
And the good which it has wrought,
Like the presence of our all wise Father,
When we bowed and all our fears were brought.

Like the blissful happy moment,
When a fresh new thought is shared,
Like the changing season’s movement,
So are the ways of time when life is spared.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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