The Legacy of Life
The leap of joy,
the tears of loss.
Darkness meets the light,
the weight of the cross.
Eyes brace the brightness,
peeking through fingers.
The exciting rush,
that sweetly lingers.
The stand of goodness,
the glow of the moon.
The rise of the dawn,
we brave our own doom.
The legacy of life,
pictures of smiles.
Living memories,
of the endless miles.
Eyes raised to the stars,
and we are lifted.
now I understand,
we have been gifted.
The man made of clay,
behind a late sky.
The form falls away,
and the spirit fly!
date:7/13/22
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2022
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