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Heaven’s call Live for the minute, the hour, and the Day, for who knows when it all might Be taken away. Who knows what the Future may hold or deny, unexpected, Regreted, lamented, deprived.
In the still of the night when the earth Is at rest, life silently passes from this World to the next. Yes, it may well be Maudlin, but nonetheless true, every Second is precious, every second a jewel.
The world is not perfect, there are tears To be had, life’s force ever fading from ‘Iris to black’. The joy of warm sunshine, A garden in spring, a true celebration Of love in all things.
Believe in life’s blessing, cast anger Aside, rejoice in the moment, don’t Sacrifice time. Live life like you mean It, bring joy where you can, offer help Where help’s needed, hold out a warm Hand.
Be true to yourself, put greed to one Side, comfort the lonely, bring light To their eyes. Treat each day as a gift, Good works to perform, and you’ll Have done all you can when you hear
Heaven’s call.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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