That God created anciently is not so,
For all things are birthing new today;
And if there is a truth all men must know:
It’s that there is no past, all things are present day.
As we search for beauty, we know that beauty dies,
And all the world is set in depths of pain;
And as we search for truth, where lasting truth resides,
We learn the only absolute is change.
All across the world it is this way,
Truth rings a bell and then the temple sings:
All we crave keeps disappearing down a drain;
As sun and moon keep circling one vast ring.
And as we search and learn that life and death are so,
Rains hit hard and the stormy winds do blow;
And after all my travelling coast to coast, I learn
Round the world two times through heat and ice and snow:
Your loving heart is all I need to know;
Your sweet sweet love is all I need to know.
(C) 2016 by W. G. Milne