Finality

 

There will be no tribunal

There, at the end of everything,

To tally up the value

Of everything you ever did.

 

No scale will tremble

Under the weight of your sins,

Or wobble with admiration

Of your love and sacrifice;

 

Only a final ripple

Coming out of your final breath

Will testify, for one moment,

That you ever were here at all.

 

Everything that matters

Matters now, and only now.

The future is too late;

The past is ashes;

 

And the infinite weight of the present

Is light enough to carry cheerfully.