Destiny calls to me,
so I go through winter snow
and summer sand across the land
with joy and strife.
I must full fill the every will
of destiny. I must be
a pawn of life.
Being moved, being proved
or sent, or spent
until the end of earthly ways
completes my days.
Sweet River of Life
Flow on sweet river of life.
Your never ending tide
will carry me onward, ever onward
to adventures far and wide.
Sail me through your seasons
from your start right through your end.
Don't let me miss a ripple.
Don't let me miss a bend.
From the source of your beginning
to the ocean of your death,
I'll breathe the sweet pure air of life
and never miss a breath.
I'll navigate the ebbing tide.
I'll smell the salty air
While the bugle of the roaring surf
plays taps for my parting there.
A new and unknown morning
dawning beyond that sea
awaits with another river of life
full of new adventures for me.
At the moment of our death,
will we learn the secrets of our being?
Are we here but once?
One life-one soul-once departed
never to be born again?
Is that the end? Is there no more?
At the moment of our departure
do we go to heaven or to hell
there in to dwell for all eternity?
will we learn that we have been before,
will be again.
If so, from whence, to where?
Why? and how? and when?
The ebb and flow of life is ever changing.
All thoughts the mind is always re-arranging.
All things have a predestined place for being.
All people have a special time for seeing
the universe, so vast, never ending.
The worlds in their orbits turning, never bending.
Onward round and round, spinning, spinning.
continuous, no end, no middle, no beginning.
This life goes by, from which our souls have flown
past the moon, the stars, to an orbit yet unknown.