La Plegaría

¡Por favor, el tiempo está ahora!

We only have this moment, Love.
Our time is like a passing breeze
Which sways the branches high above
Or moves the ships upon the seas.

Please do not stand as poplars do
Against the icy northern wind;
For if you’ll look you’ll find this clue,
That gentle trees know how to bend.

The peaceful gull above the foam
Is well aware of doom below.
He does not fear to leave his home;
Nor does he live a life of woe,

But flies with vigor through the air.
To you my dear I say these things;
I trust that you are well aware
That we were born with angels’ wings.

Let’s keep our eyes upon the Sun
And never stop until we’ve won
That endless race and life is done.

Copyright ©1985 Joseph G. Merrell III