ALL MADE SMALL

The things that trouble me today,

Won’t matter much tomorrow,

For time makes small, the things that weigh,

Upon my heart with sorrow.

The treasures that I once held dear,

Will look to me as stuff,

And as I look into a mirror,

I, too, won’t matter much.

Gone will be the petty things

That once caused me concern,

And I will see as trappings …

The things for which I yearn.

One day I’ll hold within my hand

The nothingness I carry …

Into the realm that lies beyond …

I call the peaceful valley.