Laying alone in this room.
No one else around.
Will they come to pay their last respects,
Or remain an empty room?
Sadness fills the halls,
Failing to see the celebration.
When my time has come,
I hope to have left my mark.
Thoughts of the past,
Now anew.
Do nothing,
All I need to do.
My mark etched…
In every stone
From here
To Nantucket…but I did nothing.
The day we die is better than the day we are born is said in the Bible, because when we are born there is an empty Canvas waiting to be filled, and painted.
May the day we die that canvas shows a magnificent piece of work filled with colors and light. Creative expressions that delight the generations to come and speaks of its Author as a prestigious artist!
Yes! It is in our own death we are born to Light. Filling our Canvas with glorious events and magnificent colors!
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