The Ultimate Measure

Who can truly fathom the
circumstances of life?
With so many branching
paths and soaring

sorrows that appear to 

accumulate and, sadly, 

self-perpetuate, too late?

Why am I here and he 

is there standing on the

graveled shoulder while

I sit secure in my ride?

Why must I decide what

he is to receive? Will I

gain a spiritual reprieve?

But can we simply agree

that nothing is free and 

love is a boundless 

treasure, the ultimate

measure of what is 

and what should be

to the greatest degree?