The Gift of Life
There is no sacrifice in death,
just the meaning of rest.
There is no conspiracy of lies
which go unfulfilled as one dies.
Every atom spins and turns.
Every star glows then burns.
For every death, God brings new life.
Do not focus on the strife.
Accept, accept, we are mere parts
in the wholeness of His heart.
No more special are the we
than the mighty sequoia tree.
There is no sacrifice in death,
just the necessity of rest.
Just the Gift of a span of time,
no more or less precious for being thine.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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