When the Great Energy planned for mortals a labyrinth dark
On loan for friends for a short time a measure of His spark
A complicated design of passages through life's maize
We meet, greet, work and laugh all under an ancient gaze
Our travel time from start till we reach the door waiting at the end
Not measured with man's calendar but the light we lend
It's measured by the lights we switch on for others in the dark
Not man-made switches but rather our borrowed inner spark.
RIP borrowed spark
Arno Le Roux 6th December 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem