Ages and Ages

Ages and Ages

Who among the two was the greater?
Was it Achilles who fought for glory and his own pain
or was it Hector who fought to save all he held dear
Both are men who died for beliefs
Do we even care why; all we ask them is how?
How is it that they rid the fears that cloud our judgement.
We who wait for the dark clouds to part and wait for the ray
while not realizing ever so often that those moving, monstrous clouds;
are more beautiful than the pale glow of the sun.
Why do we stoop and shirk just when we have to realize that our time is here.
The Macedonian rode on faster as the armies facing him got bigger
The more treacherous the terrain got the louder the khan thundered through the valleys
'The naked fakir' was at peace even with a million muskets pointed at him
'The saint and his sister' smile for their people even when in chains
The yellow rider pedalled on even in the face of the greatest pain of them all
and yet we look up to them and do not realize;
They dare to fail while we fail to dare
We as men possess darkness far greater than any dark lord
and possess the light far brighter than the gods.
Fallible we are our greatest gift
something which even the gods fear
because when we try we are remembered through the ages
we dream dreams and have visions far beyond the realms of the possible
Like the Samurai brandishing his sword we become fearless,
the knowledge of mortality helps us to it
Why then wait for the dark cloud to move
the path is always there, we only have to trudge along..........