In our spirit lives eternity, as we deny passing time.
But our flesh reminds, ever so gently at first, or if need be harshly so, cause we need to know…to be aware.
Our bodies warn that day will come, when the heart beats no more and we are released into what?
Bitter and sweet together, ugly and beauty conspire…beauty of ashes… ashes of beauty… what message do we sire?
In the bitter and the sweet, the coffee of life we drink… but to what end? What will be because of me?
And if not for me, would never be, whether bad or good. For what do I weather the rain and sleet, the storms of life, the fading light? What will be because of me?
That will be my legacy.
Build a tower of peace, that tower inside your heart and soul…be intentional. Count the cost and pay the price. Look within…hear His voice.
Each day as you rise, look in the mirror and ask, this day…
What will be because of me. And if not for me, would never be? In the small and in the large, what will be because of me? It’s not too late.