THE SACRED CONTRACT

Divinely discontent with what I’ve done,
As sages say we’re all designed to be,
And seeing that my race is nearly run,
I’m still impelled to serve posterity.

I want my life to count for something grand
And all I might be, wholly realized
As if fulfilling what had once been planned,
Contracted when my spirit was downsized
To gross humanity, where trials by
Existence run their deviating courses.

Of course I have forgotten my contract
And wander day by day quite mystified
Though vaguely hoping that my life’s not lacked
All I was bound to do before I died.

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