Gedicht - Passing Moments

With every passing moment
I approach Amida’s land,
Where we shall walk together
On the black volcanic sand.

My depression disappears
And suffering slips away
When I see my aim in life
Is to live this single day.

With every passing minute
I’m a step towards my goal.
There’s really not much in it.
Life gets better, on the whole.

Marcus Cumberlege

Ekō 57

jikōji - 慈光寺

© 2007

info-at-jikoji.com
            home