The Threads of Life
In the sound of the moment, the pulse of life beats in sweet
But looking back, echos of that which was, are constant.
In the flora of memories, broken promises and disappointments
Expecting understanding and release from that which failed and was.
The moment should not savour the frivolous, for it is.
That which is, sooths and knows, but not that which was or will be.
In the awareness of the moment, live the wise sisters, Hope and
They see the present, perceive the future and tolerate the past.
They refuse to reject that which is for that which was,
Though the darkness of difficulties and misfortune increases for a
The moment should not suffer for that which was, for it is.
That which is, understands and sees, but not that which was or will
In the power of the moment, exist the love of life and enthusiasm.
The siblings that light the powerful fire of victorious flames and
Often in the protection of faith and love for that which is and
The chains of that which was and went by, but treasures the past.
The moment lives in the harmony of creation, for it is.
That which is, grows and blossoms, but not that which was or will
In the soul of the moment, the most malignant bonds of the past
Are those overwhelmed by shattered visions and the brooding of the
It is crucial to eliminate that which is fleeting, for it comes and
Not sprouting roots anywhere or flourishing.
The moment cries and mourns if life is lost, for it is.
That which is, heals and teaches, but not that which was or will be.
In the light of the moment, live those who expect nothing, but know
How to inspire and love without demands of rewards or attention.
That which is, gives value to life and a purpose beyond that
Which is or will be, if encouraged by faith, hope and charity.
The moment flies on life´s wings of wisdom, for it is.
That which is, warms and inspires, but not that which was or will
In the arms of the moment, rests the truthfulness of understanding
Of the life form, which lights in the heart, sparkles of love and
It is not worth while to endure life in the abyss of
For that which was and will never be again.
The moment feeds the flames of life and the embers of victory, for
That which is, conquers and shines, but not that which was or will
In the music of the moment, sound the divine chords of truth,
Meant for life and maturity in the mind of those who doubt, but are.
The music can transform darkness to brightness and fighting to
In the minds of all who crave the light, but can not see it if they
The moment keeps the history of the generations without words, for
That which is, will obtain eternity, but not that which was and will
Written by: Jóna Rúna Kvaran
Translated by: Nína Rúna