A Poem for Ash Wednesday...
Artifex vitae, artifex sui
Close to my sundown, I bless you, life,
Because you gave me no false hope
I never suffered impossibly
Or worked without hope of reward.
And now that I have beaten my path to its end I see,
That, truly, I was the architect of my destiny
And I know that, if indeed, I was able to extract taste, the honey and the bitterness of things,
Then it was only because I put the honey and bitterness into them in the first place.
Whenever I planted rose bushes, I always harvested roses.
And yes, after my flourishing, winter will follow,
But you didn’t promise me an eternal spring.
And, yes, it’s true, our troubled nights were long,
But you never promised us only the good nights
And some nights were so serene and blessed.
I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life, what do you owe me? Nothing! Life you and I are at peace.