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That Prophecy

I think about that prophecy And what it may mean For you and for me. Do I change my life; Become someone else; Live in fear, to avoid future strife. Do I continue as I am; Respecting myself; Respecting my fellow man. 2012 is a dire date Predicting the end is soon; How does this play with my fate. When I consider that my end May come tomorrow or today; I wonder, will my death offend. Should I become then different, Believing two years are left; Knowing that is what’s meant. Each man must decide How he believes within; And what he holds inside. And we know not when Our time will come; Let us not hide or pretend. For each day provides A promise of renewal; A new beginning for our lives. I think about that prophecy, And what it may mean, And this is what I see: Live each day as though it were your last; For in the end, we know not how the die is cast.

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Date: 12/23/2010 4:12:00 PM
The prophecies have been wrong before, but perhaps they do inspire us to remember how to live each day as if it "were our last." For that alone, I am grateful we have such wakeup calls. Well said, Deb! Merry Christmas, Carolyn
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Date: 12/22/2010 11:55:00 AM
Excellent message Deb, live each day as it comes. We can't do any more than that >> James :)
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