March 18, 2021
So many souls I’ve loved are gone
Yet I remain to see the dawn.
What lies ahead for me to do?
What still remains before I’m through?
A gentle word, a smile, a touch,
Can simple gestures mean so much?
Or is it words I leave behind
That linger in a heart or mind,
That make a difference in the end
To those still here who called me friend.
So many choices in the past
Were not about the things that last.
I pray the days left here on earth
Are spent on things of lasting worth.
Lord help me share Your love and light
By actions, deeds, and words I write.