Mortal Poem by Tea Kawana

We are as the grass;
for it withereth
And as a flower,
for it falleth away after it flourisheth.

Sometimes we forget
that we are
mortal...
And take each step like it's
our own.
And so often its when we
feel life is treacly,
we consign to oblivion.

We forget we are held by
the Immortal
who was, is
and forever will be,
God only.

Simple it is not,
but each day we ought to have
our placement in all
to Him.
For he knows,
for He holds us.
Humbly live,
for it's in His will,
and not yours.