Musings

Each night, a page of life
is done.
Each morning, a chance for
a new world is
won.
Each day, a new, untouched
soul to form.
Each flower that grows, a
new
life is born.

We look to the future, with
wonder and sharing.
We turn to the past, for its
love and caring.
We pray for others; but can
we listen?
We stroll in the garden,
where dew drops
glisten.

Our grief, put aside, by our
being needed.
Our meaning in life; is it
really heeded?
Our purpose on earth, is
surely known.
Our life blooms... as a
flower...,
the seeds we have sown.

- Merlin Prell