This is the poem I wrote for Day 3 of the April PAD Challenge led by Robert Lee Brewer.
Ripples in calm waters frolic
To plead their grim case against
Surety so that hearts chaotic
Echo their misery. By chance
They cry for some constance by TIme.
Alas, Time so enjoys the lie.
The lie that all good things die,
That all future plans perish.
The lie that with passing of Time
All loves don’t last, not cherished.
Some dig a grave for themselves
Forever lost in grief they’ve delved.
Even Time will someday pass away
To be overthrown. Eternal
God is my good surety. At bay
Will I drive away infernal
Fears which threaten to destroy what good
There is, which so remains, which should.