All that you will write
aspire to is already within you
waiting to be developed.
Great writings yet to come.
In an eternity of time unmeasured
these few life years are nothing.
Our souls are ageless, immortal,
the world beyond this one will be
our true home our true dwelling.
The beauty you feel and leave
for others will enrich the world
of those to follow touched by you.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely expression of what we'll leave behind us once we have penned our poetry. Well done. Thanks for sharing. Spiritsong