In Search

What have I lost? 

What have I gained?

What more has life to bring?

What have I found?

What have I missed?

What lies in store for me?

Full measure overflowing?

A cup of bitter wine?

Be it as it was meant to be

From the moment of light.

For I was made to lose and gain,

To search and find.

To grow until mortality

Becomes divine.