Monday, November 12, 2012

Becoming


Every birth, every death
Every past, every future
Everything that is here, and everything that comes to pass

Yet for everything which comes to pass
OF God is what remains
Each life here and now
Each moment in this great eternal  breath
Each and every thing is yet becoming something else

I too am coming to pass, becoming something else
But I am not just becoming a cold shell in a casket
With every moment that I choose
to live, to be , to love
I am becoming the lasting love
For generations to freely take for granted.











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