Beyond Hope and BeautyThe lands of life too bright for me, and Hell
Is not for now; a dozen years ago
I sought its gates by hopes of dying well.
And this is now my blessed curse: to know.
And was it wrong of me to seek a tale
By means of dying well? I had no wife
or lover then, no wind to fill my sail.
And I had never learned the art of life.
But now 'tis not for death I seek, I live
To share my life. My wife and friends are dear
To me; for them no thing I fear to give.
But have I learned the art of living here?
No longer seeking death in life I go;
But will a stronger purpose ever show?
copyright E Glas Durboraw, January 7, 2002 - Birmingham