Life Poem - The Warrior of Light

I would walk softly with my fellow man,
Content to be, not seek for things too high;
I would know love a little while,
Then bid it all goodbye.
And yet it may not be, there is no rest;
An angel calls but I grope and fall
Life tantalises with an endless quest,

And that is all.

It may be better so to live,
With arms outstretched and eyes that hope to see,
It may be that the Creator has greater gifts to give,
That are yet unknown to me.

The Warrior of Light