Thursday, December 8, 2011

Transients

Dear Day
  Should this moment pass and I feel never again the warmth of your sun's greeting
  How would I know that day had existed at all

Dear Night
  As the stars light up, should my light cease
  And the moon no longer navigates my time in the earthly world
  How would I know that it was only through darkness,
  That I was able to see the seas of distant suns

What of me will you, oh earthly world, remember
When my journey extends beyond this time and these heavens

Nothing

Nothing save the memory of my deeds
The magnanimity of which will tell for how many generations
-If one even-
The yarns thereof will continue to be spun

There is no legacy worth leaving to this world
Except a legacy of mercy, actioned by deeds of giving
Giving of the worldly things
Giving of the knowledge of things
Giving of the love, kindness ad laughter
Giving in all its forms
Without bias
Without care of the recipient's worth
Unjudging, uncontrolling giving

For the sake of nothing but My Creator's
Mercy and Giving unto me

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