The blessing of life
People go about their day to day lives
And get caught up in the routine.
They get in a zone, and they forget
That it's a blessing, just to be.
To be alive, and be aware.
To experience emotions, love, hate, and even fear.
To be a part of this cosmic scene.
To be a thinking human being.
In the stillness of morning when dawns light breaks.
A gift bestowed upon us with each breath we take.
To simply exist, to be, to feel.
The spectrum of life. So vivid and real.
In laughter echo, and in silent tears.
Through fleeting days, and endless years.
Each emotion, a brushstroke we command.
Painting our lives, beautiful and grand.
With every breath, another chance.
To shape our path, and circumstance.
Our dreams to chase, our fears to face.
To find our rythem, to find our place.
In loves embrace, or angers flair.
Our trials in life, the burdens we bear.
We hold the power, we hold the key.
Our lives become what we make them to be.
And when we die, and wake from this dream.
And we look back at all we experienced as a human being.
Hopefully we smile, and laugh out loud. As we look back on a life, of which we are proud.
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Dustin Petersen
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