I chased the sound of laughter,
In the summer of an age,
When I weaved childish fantasies,
With the visage of a sage.
Looking back with longing,
Clutching on to straws,
Hungering to keep alive,
A season’s spell that was.
I blew on dying embers,
Cooling through the years,
Viewing a cherished friendship,
Fade and disappear.
In a flash spoke Wisdom,
Through the written Word,
Do not trust in mortals,
Place all your hope in God.
My truest Friend was waiting,
Until I recognized,
That He alone can love me,
With a love that satisfies.
The God of all creation,
Embraced me in His light,
When I let go my childish dreams,
Myra D’Souza/15th April 2010