Looking back, I’ll hope I lived
With all the Love I had to give.
I hope to never waste a breath
Promoting that which hastens Death.
May my lips bear forth a spring
That blesses every living thing.
May my hands work loving deeds
And meet a hurting person’s needs.
May my feet traverse the Way
That leads me closer every day
To hearing, seeing, knowing well
The many souls in which You dwell.
Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!