Leaves of Life

metal leaves

As leaves of life are pages turned

each sunrise and each setting eve,

so Time requires accounting earned

of heart, and what heart has achieved;

what ink was etched in living light

upon those souls within arm’s reach;

what words with honey sweetened plight,

or actions wrote with keener speech?

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What one thing can you do this day to make the world around you a better place? ¬†We need to stand together against evil, or peace on earth will remain a distant dream…

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Prologue

Harmed

just as you were about to bloom,

nipped in the bud,

but this is not the end of your story;

now,

the pages

are white as snow –

blank,

prepped for heavenly ink.

Yours is not the Denouement,

but the

Prologue.