The Gift of Life


The period between birth and death, life began.
I was sown onto this earth as if I was a speck.
My fingers grasped my mom and dad’s hands,
to find out that life moves fast like quicksand.

Just as my seed was about to sprout,
“Am I good enough?” I asked myself.
Free time got shorter and school work got longer.
In order to survive, I had to learn to be stronger.

I watched my loved ones leave as I was growing old.
Eventually, I wasn’t given any more hands to hold.
All on my own, I felt it was my time to go,
I said my farewells, staring deep into my shadow.

Now my time on earth is over,
eternal life with Christ has begun.
People tell me time ticks fast, it’s true.
The period between birth and death, life is done.

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