THESE ARE THE TIMES

These are the times,
which enrich one’s soul
A season
of muted accolade
from a voice
ignored.
But the moment
is fleeting and evaporates
in a heartbeat.
It depends
upon the life force
that one invents
like an idol.
If there is no
crossroads
we build a park
with a playground
having a steeple and pews
using prayers for a picnic
and rules as a treasure map.