Arrival a struggle of cry and wonder
be it pride or reeked with blunder.
Nourished with parental manner
Religious teaching a charging banner.
With faith we live and die for reason
without however there is no season.
Bogged down sometimes with vast confusion
whilst reverting back to past illusions.
Like dusting mummies we anticipate
the promise of eternal state.
Constantly evaluating our existence
with awareness always of time’s persistence.
Dare we question beyond our scope,
for what is life if there’s no hope.

Lloyd Mushrow
Port aux Basques, NL