Another Sacred Life Poem by Mark Heathcote

Age—softens our mortal shadows
Warms, some deep mythical essence
Through our subconscious, we sense echoes
Resonating from god's secret presence

We feel a torchlight, heeling scares.
It resonates through wishy-washy eyes.
That has seen too much at-first-unawares
Felt what it is to have good faith reprise

By mean resentment, profound paranoid
Yet still finds time for forgiveness, endless.
Nevermore-so-now are they reemployed?
Such attributes are rare in youth friendless.

Age—weighs heavy, but then something ignites.
Sparks a fire into another sacred life
Brokers a deal allowing these acolytes
To gather and collect new priceless supplies.