The Scent of Water

Hard may be the paths that are given to us

Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way

Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss

For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way!

This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end

The end word known as death, the end of life and love

If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand

Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve!

Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery

Pray do come and lead us all

Take us there where all is holy

Where always we hear songs of the choral!

Life does not end with death, life gets renewed

In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!