The beauty of life
is not in how loudly we are remembered...

Honesty is not spotless hands
or a mouth that has never trembled...

Two natures beat within my beast:
One is foul, one is blessed...

Love, even when it lies still,
Leaves its fingerprint upon the soul...

In the breath between offense and reply,
Where silence trembles but does not die...

Every minute, somewhere, a soul takes flight,
Leaving this world, vanishing from sight...

I am made in God’s own mold,
Divine in form, refined and bold...

Truth once stood in golden light,
Pure and whole, a beacon bright...

I've faced betrayal from those I held dear,
Forsaken by friends, left alone with my fear...

Help me, O Lord, I implore,
To quell the demon at my core...

Gratitude for the little things, Done by God,
the blessings they bring, Often overlooked...

Count each blessing, however small,
From the heavens above, they gently fall...