Life Well Spent

If to sojourn a life well spent the mind will race
when called to stay upon the cottage stoop.
A quiet simple moment to pass and trace 
the tear marked hidden twilight of youth.

Still it was for pity sake the anchor held fast
predestined to grant a momentary peace.
If not for them ordained for you if at last
the greatest among us be the least. 

For some it remains too much to ask to work
still others it feels the same bid them rest.
Yet another will refuse to take time and think 
than they who claim to know what’s best.

If to conjure a life well spent be the ultimate aim 
then beg to be forever excused and pardoned. 
For there is nothing lost that can’t be gained 
if indeed a life in Christ be sublimely hidden. 

Newly complete and seen from a distance 
under a fig tree the creed was declared.
Relinquish the impulse to offer resistance 
remember to give everything over to prayer.