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THE COMING OF TIME ~~~from the "Dig My Own Grave Series"~~ ["Dig My Own Grave" is a series of writings in a reflection of mental preparation... ~~~Each scoop of dirt rids the mess where I'm to be finally laid to rest~~~]
When my time comes
I'll be of the ones who'd be ready when their time is done. I've forgiven myself, my friends, my foes emptied my soul of all worries and woes. I no longer seek mountains to climb. I've finally left those wants behind. I've ceased the endless restlessness. All I want now is eternal bliss. When I'm taken, if I'm awakened, {I pray to be brave and not misbehave.} By screaming and crying or, of my sins... start denying. In these latter days of life, I'm trying to understand what my dreams are implying. {They show me scenes of past regret must be reasons dreams don't forget.} Tis Hidden lessons I'm quite sure to start my inner soul's new core. About the decisions made in one's life try not to complain, whine or gripe. Make the best of the time at hand for you will surely revisit them time again. And When (to you), they have returned. Replace the regret with what you've learned. {If my spirit passes yet my name's unknown, it won't be due to me being alone.} We come in groups and never as one so a part of The All we each become. As of now I grow weak and slow wondering of the days I have left to go. I hope it won't be for a good long while. So don't read this without a smile. I'm happy to receive this last chance, to give my life a second glance. __________________________________ Copyright © Niyna DeSangre w10222018 |
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