Good Deeds
I believe that a good deed never dies.
Once performed, it is not fated
to fall to the ground and wither.
Instead, like gold leaf, it is gently applied
as a burnish, to gild the walls of heaven,
its light shining in us, like an ember
that glows when kissed by the breath of memory.
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