Our short and mortal life
Is full of joy and full of strife.
Both the evil and the good
Make sense when it is understood
That we as creatures do not last
And time is winding down so fast.
We’d rather lash out at the skies
Than face the fact of our demise.
We’d rather blame the God of grace
Than recognize our earthly place.
But if we can accept that we
Are here just temporarily,
Death becomes less of a shock
And we can finally take stock.
We’ll see that every breath’s a gift,
Which should our saddened spirits lift.
For when you know that you will end,
You’re free to finally suspend
The need to have explained to you
Why things go down the way they do.