Poetry

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As life slowly passes by, hair begins to gray,
memories fade, and this old body fails, a
shadows still here, this spirit coming from
God, alive and well, blossoming as flowers
after a long hard rain, basking in the sunshine,
and the winds cool breeze, carries me away.

This physical world has lost its importance, and
if another day never comes, to look into the eyes
of what could or should have been, life has been
fulfilled, never taking one breath for granted,
but loving each moment, never fearing a single
instant of living or dying.

Should I pass away tomorrow, nothing has been
lost, only gained, for this soul will soar with
the angels, as Jesus, giver of life calls His
child home, may my shadowed memory in time,
linger on.

Mary L Tarr Montoya Copyright(c)2002

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