Amid the strands of silence
Stand the spectres of past days
The years pass the long corridor
Lit only by flickering lights siding
Some extinguished - all fade
The visage that living brings
Mistakes in word, action, thought
That bear offense, some untended
Embers that spill upon the floor
And spark fires of anguish adrift
The moments long, but tenuous
As if to detract, to mock a life lived
They throttle the joy of breath
And steal the light of any hope
Beneath a blanket of despair
Effigies mark the mind's way
Statuary, trophylike memories
Through lonely, cold corridors
To come upon an altered niche
Sanctuary warm and comforting
A labyrinth bewildering itself
An accumulation dense and dear
Some clutter, some misplaced
Vexing routes of good and bad
Bared tapestries herald e're result
It's good then to tend the lights
To polish floors and corridors
Mind words, ways, and whims
That coals burning be stayed
So alms recur and humility bade