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Feb 2015
This day, it was different than all the others,
And today I was lagging slowly at best.
Different than when I had leapt from my mother.
I found myself looking for some place to rest.

Dismayed by my reason for dragging behind.
I questioned my soul for its hidden reason.
Found sheltered behind my own eyes did I find..
Answers as old as the turning of seasons.

A smile to my face from the answer so deep.
The fight I'd not known going on in my soul.
Came calmly the words, "It is time; you must sleep."
And then something strange inside me closed a hole.

You may ask the reason but I do not care.
All that once gripped me in this world is now gone.
All such worthless answers on me do not bear.
All I look forward to is just moving on.

The very gift I could never really see.
HE rewarded to me at the day of birth.
And as I joined others in HIS memory.
I looked for a place to return to the earth.

I pulled back the cover of green in this space.
There I could see the ground teaming with new life.
And as the warm calm spread from my feet to face.
Disappear did all the worries, fears and strife.

The blue of the sky took a hue I'd once known.
Part of a world I'd forgotten existed.
Desires and thoughts that I once called my own.
From this weary body quickly uplifted.

You now pain for what you believe I have lost.
But this state of grace you could not understand.
You suffer to keep what is worthless at cost.
Until the true Master takes you by the hand.

NO! Don't weep for me; you must weep for yourself.
'Cause my empty body is all that remains.
The Master recycles; down to every cell.
These feelings more awesome than I can explain.

One day you will be called to your final rest.
No matter the end, we are all none the worse.
You will understand my words; there is no guess.
For every man, rich or poor, comes the same course.

What matters is kindness to all that you shared.
A heart you uplifted in this earthly realm.
To a broken soul did you ever show care?
The worthless burdens of the world overwhelm.

The closest you can get to HIM is through love.
These words are not mine but the Master's alone.
HE watches us all from HIS place well above.
Helping the lowly though HE sits on a throne.

So while in this plane of existence you hold.
Inculcate the thought I have placed in your mind.
You don't know your call time, whether young or old.
Go forward spread love, for there is no rewind.

Godspeed.
In Loving Memory Of My Ma, Grandma, and Uncle.
Written by
Cinnamon Brown  New York
(New York)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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