How Much It Is Given To Us Poem by Raj Arumugam

How much it is given to us
the time, the union and the love
How it is there in the scrolls of events
that will, must unfold -
nothing is given to us to know

We do not even know our own minds
(in spite of our vows)
the twists and changes
that might come
in our own thoughts and arms

Let us walk therefore
in what is known, this moment
And this our present love
let us treasure then and
that certainty in our hearts
over which (for now) rolls no clouds