All the balance of all, fits in place.
What was measured as happy or sadness
In the end, it was all just the same.
There's a wisdom that comes when we're ageing
To show us it cared all along,
If we had listened more, instead of talking,
Its voice would have sung us the songs
From sorrow, there always came gladness,
The heart weighs up all every day,
If we only relaxed as it happened
Our life would have been different to-day.
We did all think it was our way
To do only things that we want,
Instead if we took only what it gave us
How happy , our hearts would rejoice.
Our mind took us off on a journey
As we learnt when we walked in its ways,
Of work,play,friends, peers, and family,
Sometimes to be alone, would have saved.
So many things that caused sorrow,
Too precious, the good things each year.
That brought us the love and the caring
From all that we loved and kept dear.
In the quiet moments of silence,
As we pondered on all that had been
A voice then would tell us in love that
It shared every minute each day.
From the first day, it has always been with us
Only now in the closing we see
It shares us in Spirit as oneness
To embrace evermore and just be.
Too late now to correct this lifetime
Maybe next time, we start early to see,
What stays with us from start to finish
As Spirit from beginning to end.
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