Even As The Mind Is Failing

This irrevocable perishing

A world where the veil lifts briefly, then descends,

Of human frailty, as the years mature

Of memories lost, and withering

Of beautiful souls, rich with lifes’ experience,

Stolen, in each day,

In irreversible perishing,

And days made brighter, as the present moment

Is all there really Is

And still, his heart is aflame,

Shining brightly through those now creased, but glimmering eyes,

That echo of a time once young

And body and mind bright,

A boy with no father, an only child of absent mother

When adventures were to be lived in each moment

And purpose found in spiritual endeavours

That changed the course trajectory,

Of family, Earth and cosmos

Years pass,

Who can compare the passage of time?

And yet still his heart glows with gratitude,

With compassion, and unfaltering love,

Even as the mind is failing

Copyright ~ Amata Natasha Goldie 2021

For my father, Neil Goldie Born 18th July 1938