Like a soft wind
That comes and goes
After it has touched somebody’s face ...

Like warm sunshine
That lights up and dies down
After giving warmth to someone’s life ...

Like dazzling starlight
That blinks on and off
From the dark skies above ...

We all pass away.
Mortal bodies in this corruptible earth.
In death we become
Like the elements of this world.
We are but visitors in this land
Destined toward the heavens.



*for my Uncle Felix

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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