We can make our life’s goals, this I know,
for I’ve done so.
And in departing, leave behind, something
that will endure time.
Make life honest, make life brave, from the
cradle to the grave—
From dust: to dust we return, yet the soul,
death does not recover.
Thus, let us be doing, doing, with
heart-fullness, faith and love—
Let us be pursuing, pursuing—and let the dead
bury the dead…!
#3861 (4-21-2013)
Note: Poems for me, or part of a poem, that will
come back to me as a reader, come back in a flash, here or there, when needed
is what I call true poetry: it is in the “effect”.
