Contemplation

The Other World

Poor creatures of a passing day. What is a man?
What is he not? We are a scumbling shadow's
dream. And yet, there are brief moments
when the sun transfusing a cloudlet in the after-rain
reminds us of a radiance that, pitched
beyond the reach of our dark world, still touches us
from time to time, with an unimagined glow.

~Pindar