I like to imagine that all of us are like the points of light
That we see in the sky in the dark of night.
And just like the stars when they seemingly go out,
Their light lasts a century, or there about.
Stars burn the brightest before they transform,
But living forever seems to be their norm.
Some become black holes of negative energy;
I hope that's not the fate waiting for me.
I believe that we can choose, and I hope it's true,
Which category of stars we will belong to.
If we keep looking to share Light wherever we're placed,
I think our negative energy will, at "death," be erased.
That we see in the sky in the dark of night.
And just like the stars when they seemingly go out,
Their light lasts a century, or there about.
Stars burn the brightest before they transform,
But living forever seems to be their norm.
Some become black holes of negative energy;
I hope that's not the fate waiting for me.
I believe that we can choose, and I hope it's true,
Which category of stars we will belong to.
If we keep looking to share Light wherever we're placed,
I think our negative energy will, at "death," be erased.
I want to be a light, especially to my sons, and their families. Anyone else would be wonderful, but sometimes I feel my batteries are dead. I think I am in one of theor times!!!!
ReplyDeleteI always told my girls when they were growing up, "Daddy is going to live to be a hundred and be like Moses - of whom it was said that his eyesight was not dimmed and his natural force was not abated! Recent events caused one of them to remind me that I can't die yet, cause I promised! ☺
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