‘Tis a beautiful story to be told,
The story of our lives and how they unfold.
Our opening chapters tears and laughter,
And how we thereafter try to find laughter.
Our every page though maybe different,
Yet ironically will have similar content.
Chapters on grief seem to never end,
But pages of joy are around the bend.
Some lengthy parts we read swiftly,
But meaning comes when read slowly.
Each page embraces a new day a new sun,
Each day a story has begun.
Our story of life we each day write,
Most dark as night and so few bright.
When our last page turns and all is read,
Do we remain alive or are we all dead?
It matters then on the life that was read.
Copyright © on 3/11/05 by Hadassah Noel
2 comments:
Simply beautiful!
Wonderful! bless your heart
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