Liz's Spot |
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A Thought on Life I have not the wisdom of sages, I know not the heart of God. I see not the depths of the waters, I don’t know the names of the stars. And yet, there is one thing I do know From a sensitive place inside: I know what it is to be human; I feel what it is to live life. A breeze through the leaves in the summer, The smile in a baby’s eyes. The sweet heart-weight of a memory, The sting when I try not to cry. Sunsets on memories, not film. Songs after dark with guitars. How can these things fly away? Why can they slip through my fingers? May I take joy in each moment. May I memorize every smile on each face. May I honor my God in the living Of the life of this one of the race. |