The parting words of the dying
As Eternity flashes in their mind's eye
Each time sex, lust and loving adds a
New dimension to physicality
Being on your own causes a celebration
Of the senses as imagined bondage
Of parental restraints breaks away
The first time you do anything that
Announces your natural instincts
And your Path through Life becomes
Clearer, a bit unsettling with do or die reality
As Joy, sadness, choices, fear, bravery
Bring light and darkness to each step we take
When ‘do unto others' becomes more meaningful
With each opportunity to give and receive
And that confirmation of ‘it's better to give'
Does a run over the strings of our senses
That adds meaning and depth to the living
When old lessons sink in and we finally get it
And better yet, practice what others teach
To survive again and again; to thrive
When we least expect it; to talk to God
And Jesus with one name - ‘Lord' -
With one intent - to be the best that
We can, to the good of all concerned.
Being here, with you, sharing and caring,
Loving and laughing, lifting up and holding onto,
As we learn and teach with our own, in our own
Master Class: dismissed, called to order.
So this is what it's like. Cool. Amen.
2012
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