The Gift of Life Is Never More or Less

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The gift of life is never more or less.
Either days or years are merely moments.
Reverence remains the source of bliss.
More memories do not increase remembrance.
If death must early come, then let it be
Nor more nor less than if it had come late:
A part of a much larger mystery,
Leaving wind and wisdom in its wake.
Longing is the music of our sphere,
Yearning for a time past time and space
In which all that we love is ever here,
Love everlasting, which is now our grace,
Living with us more than we can bear.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp Weigl. Performed by Philipp Weigl at the Free Music Archive
under an Attribution License.



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