A Prayer For Life

Life is a flame on trembling thread, A whisper held by breath and light, Too oft ignored, too lightly said, Yet blazing fierce through day and night. We walk on glass with heavy feet, Unknowing what we crush below — A moment's joy, a heartbeat sweet, A soul we'll never get to know. The morning dew, the sparrow's flight, The laughter shared beneath a tree — There are the gems of sacred rite, Not trinkets tossed so carelessly. A child's first cry, a final sigh, The silence that a loss can bring, All speak in tongues that make hearts cry And teach us why each life must sing. Have you not wept for love once lost, Or knelt when hope was all you had? Then know how high the living cost, And feel the weight of every bad. Yet still we rush, we turn away, Forget the gift in every face — When all the stars beg us to stay In reverence for this fragile grace. So let us hold with open hands Each breath, each soul, each fleeting chance, And see in all the shifting sands The miracle within the dance. Worship the now, the sacred beat Of pulsing blood and rising sun. For life is short and oh-so-sweet — Too rare to waste, too swift to shun.