When thinking what the end of life must be,
What's gained when earthly peoples live divisively?
How long will karma drive mankind apart?
Cannot belief be both a science and an art?

There is this crossing over--a shadowy spot
Where silhouette's blend as an overlapping blot.
These shadows, as one, we cannot understand.
They conceal much--like a magician's sleight of hand.

There is no sense storming fate--all must acquiesce.
Purpose in life is the fate God's planned for us.