Connection Poem by Rafael Rosario

How did we get here?
How's it that it means this much?
From days to a month, from month to year,
From toasts and cheers to downfalls and such.

It's called connection or bond on a sunny day
Compared to propellers that later fall off when it rains.
Assuring if it's one or the other, who may?
Certainly, a tough riddle to solve for my brain.

Meanwhile, I will consistently pray:
"Watch the sleep and be the awakening blessed,
protection from evil that might get in the way,
provide advice and direction when in distress."

He is before all things; He holds them together
Close to my chest I place these Words of truth.
Optimism and hope will hold things in forever
Kindness and care will make them flourish too.

From here not sure where to take off
Living today to the fullest is the main goal.
For now, streams of joy caress my soul,
as thanks are given for my fragile bond.