When you go out for a stroll

                Навеяно моим стихотворением
                "Когда телефон позабудется дома"
                http://www.stihi.ru/2019/10/31/7186


When you go out for a stroll,
forgetting your mobile at home,
what winds will seek your wondering soul
with skies above you like a dome?

When you and nature meet alone,
you and the autumn, face to face,
what thoughts your mind would embrace
and for your waywardness atone?

The rustling leaves under your feet
remind of the passing time.
They change your life’s paradigm:
prepare an old age to meet!

Guests in this world but not for long,
we are impostors, each of us.
About daily bread we fuss,   
but for eternal don’t long.

One day we have to come to terms
with the reality that dreams
are no longer what it seems,
as this dry foliage confirms.

All has its season and its past,
all has its peaks and all has downs,
the autumn trees have gold crowns,
and neither you nor leaves can last.

But why should we such fate bemoan?
Why should we live in fear and strife?
From the eternal realm this life
to us is given as a loan.

From the eternal realm our pain
to us is given as a test.
All we can do is our best
and faithful to God remain.

This body is by sin defiled,
it will be swept away like leaves,
but who in Jesus Christ believes,
will be forever a God’s child.

When you go out for a stroll,
forgetting your mobile at home,
what winds will seek your wondering soul
with skies above you like a dome?

31.10.2019