Coming to Terms
We wake each morning, zest for life
Until our minds begin the strife
We look for truth between the lies
We are all born, we all will die
What of the moments in between?
The good, the bad, this life, it seems
Cannot be lived with purpose high
We are all born, we all will die.
Will legacies we hope to leave
Help our children in faith believe
In all the good that helps us fly?
We are all born, we all will die.
Pray they come to see heaven here,
We are all born, we all will die.
Pray you come to see heaven here
Know that love out-powers fear
Yet always we go asking why
We are all born, we all will die.
And though we may not make our way
no matter countless prayers we pray
Hands keeps ticking, time passes by
We are all born, we all will die.
To make the most of every day
To live in light, keep dark at bay
To love's true law we must comply
We are all born, we all will die.
Grab each morning with zest for life
We are all born, we all will die.
Natasha Head
Natasha Head
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As to the quality of the matter, it takes up the challenge of philosophy and filters it through your imagination, with your voice offering comfort and iterating those phrases that helps make sense of daily life - Le Chaim - To Life!
To make the most of every day
To live in light, keep dark at bay
To love's true law we must comply
We are all born, we all will die.
...I hope you have a very wonderful Christmas holiday.
This is super well done.
Reading the comments, I fine it interesting how it seems vague enough that those reading the comments can find the meaning they like in it.
For instance, I hear: Live for today, Love today - for tomorrow we die, there is no "purpose high", no pie-in-sky dreams ("we may not make our way no matter our countles preayers we pray"). Yet even without these, we have love, our children and the zest for life.
See what I mean?