Success
Is a futile pursuit
Letting needs
Bring permanent failure
No amount of work
Could diminish
Knowing what man
Can’t achieve

As time alone
Never humbles
Before our God
Merely watching
How fighting those clocks
Barely startles
Such science detached
By His rules

Still trying
Despite growing old
Angry change
Just makes it apparent
Over fleeting strides
Faking progress
Stalled after youth
Falls apart

Where brevity
Offers us strength
Since foreseeing rest
Always coming
Through looming death
Stringing transience
Like darkened stars
Always there

Across black skies
Hanging low
While this moment fades
Into dimness
Tracing that glow
Beyond reason
Towards meaningful hope
Heaven hides

Wishing life
Was eternally blessed
Chasing light
Now forever existing
Different than breath
Soon expired
Promised nothing
But the singular chance.

• J. Pigno