What forces
Drive us closer
Are the ones
I long to
Seize

As they capture
In their fleetingness
Such meaning
Gone
So fast

When memories
Always miss
These moments
Lost
On purpose

For believing
Something special
Can endure
Beyond
Our breath

Or last
Like living truths
From the mouths
Of saints
Uncertain

Struggling
Through their questions
As they challenge
Faith
With death

Believing
While we must
Seek reasons
Far
And empty

Or an answer
To our transience
Which demands
We work
Too hard

Instead
Of knowing
Grace
Inherent
As their feeling

That waiting
For explanations
Is a message
Wrong
Like sin

Insisting
God did hate
By creating
Love
As finite

Forgetting
Hope brings beauty
If only
There is
Loss

Agreeing
Seconds waste
As I conquer
Fear
Of counting

These minutes
Soon expired
Before
We meet
Again

Learning
Without chance
Or a repeat
Course
Of action

How precious
Time elapses
Between
These poles
Divine.

– J. Pigno