The World is Passing Away

 Oh tender love that you gave with a sweetness unbidden.  Your life spent striving only for the best to each one of us who sprung from your womb.  Not a salty word or scorn or regret manifest, your life's toiling only fruited love.  What can I offer but a simple thanks and prayer?  You are my world, the source of all my inner hopes and dreams.

Yet even that world is passing away as time steals everything in its wake.  Every second a reminder of mortality, dancing along the edge of the eternal.  Heaven is gently prodding as we march to its embrace.