How Long?

Towers soar to meet the sky, kissed softly by the morning sun. Birds

alight on man's foolish triumph. Brick and mortar, iron and steel.

All falls to dust. Creation moves against such offenses . All of

existence sings its song. Time brings slow death to the endless pride

of men. Ever moving, ever onward. Praise is given day and night.

To the author of perfection. To the artist whose hand has wrought

countless wonders. And yet we struggle, against reason, against

truth. With all of nature speaking soft sweet sonnets, we seek

ourselves. Seeking knowledge of things that soon pass away,

and ignoring the testament to the only true enduring thing. How

long must we live. How long must we die day after day. Leave

this place, leave all you know. Flee a world that seeks to share

its lonely suffering. Seek Him. Seek Him who has overcome

the world.