Constant companion in all our joys and strife, It lies at the center of our human life. It holds us from birth and never forsakes, It lives and grows with our mortal shapes. Its presence cannot be questioned or denied, It is there in the rustic and the refined. In the midst of deep joy and great success, It makes the heart pound and compress. It soaks the eyes and makes us conceive, The fleeting joy will leave us to grieve. It appears to be saboteur, But it has the greatest blessing to confer. It reminds us of our mortal nature, It takes us back to His divine stature. Realizing that we are nothing but His toys, We fold our hands for future joys. It is the chief messenger of God, If you fear, you will certainly behold, The disciple in you leaving everything at His mercy.
