St Peter Chrysologus

Raise a song and sound the timbrel.
The sweet smelling harp and lute.
Hear the humming minstrel.
Listen to the high pitched flute.

St Peter known as of the golden speech.
But nearly all his writings lost.
We have no idea how he did preach.
And at what cost.

So will vanish all our writing.
What hubris we have.
We should just take pleasure in this moment fleeting.
It is all we really have.

And then I saw the fleeting sunlight on the windowsill.
What momentary joy it brought until.

Haiku

A fleeting moment
Sunlight on the windowsill
It is all we have

[Note: First two lines from Psalm 80]