Do we truly ever know
What it is we have left?
How do we figure the remainder
Of our limits, God-given
Or just self imposed?
The energy or lack thereof
Spiritual, physical, mental
The remainder of these
We are left to figure
Are we all doomed
To eventual entropy?
Will we prove
Truly finite
Outside of the presence of Grace
Real or imagined our destiny
The most mundane events
Prove to have effects
Seemingly inconsistent
With their causes
What remains of the day
An hour here and there
Is it wasted in silence?
Are there moments
We could use better
To even our advantage?
Why do we even ask
The difficult question
Of what remains
The fragmentary nature
Of human memory
On the Balance
The imperfections
That exist in our mind’s eye
Were they only put there
As the final result
Of the various flaws
In our reasoning?
Written January 18, 2016
