For what have you arrived upon this shore?
In search of what did you once set your sail?
For you there always has been something more
That ought to for some greater good prevail.
Yet life so often tells a different tale.
So are we like seeds upon the wind,
Each planted where we fall by willing chance,
Vested in a fate we can't rescind,
Enveloped in the soil of circumstance,
Now blooming, if we would, as passion grants.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Video and Audio Music: Brass Chorale and Motet. By Sir Cubworth. Music free to use at YouTube.