In life’s eventide

During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode, sidestepping environs that provoke strife, our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode, invoking love mists that make us bliss rife. Kindly eye looks at all with compassion, tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched, because where we dwell, love is in fashion, wayward ego having long since been torched. As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day, with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest, to the light that lights all lights, as we pray, our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest. Having renounced desire, soul free from stain, has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.