Though winter come, thy will be done,
For time must have an end,
And death must serve the wanderer
Who worships but the wind.
The being of a being is
Beyond all space and time.
And yet . . . and yet each being is
A moment with a name.
Ah, wanderer! Do not fear
The loss of joy and pain.
For nothingness is nothing less
Than never having been.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp Weigl. Performed by Philipp Weigl at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution License.