if life is long, then i be glad;
if short, then why should i be sad?
would i, too, one day be able to utter those words with complete conviction?
what does it say about me
if i enjoy the mundane,
if i find joy in the little things
and if i am a little afraid of pain?
what would it say about me
if i sometimes find the frivolous intriguing,
if i’m not completely fearless about dying
and cannot quite yet count death as gain?
it is hard to do good; harder still to do right.
yet ‘my yoke is easy, and my burden is light’;
so why do i find it difficult and heavy to bear
as i continue to struggle day on day?