for the faith

finality has a way of rearranging things,
shifting convictions and prides with ease.
for when death's inescapable truth rings,
the world seems bigger from on our knees.

life implodes upon itself as a dying star,
flaming its freedom from this finite space.
matter to energy the light shines from afar;
fireworks reserved for those who chase.

we are the few who have no need to fear,
bound by love, death can give us no pause.
so strange our sojourn has been spent here,
where consequence rules among outlaws.

our little light remains the still beating prize:
a love affair with life pounding mile after mile.
its the race we run and the fire in our eyes,
that we may at last earn victory's sweetest smile.