Words

Words

And so my God my words sound alien but hopefully they are true
As I speak them for my brothers and sisters and also to you.

Words have no power but to stand alone
They are our happiness and sorrow and also to atone.
My words I give unto you as my effort to share
For my time of toil and my expression that I do care.

I leave all the gifts you have given to me
Not that I would deny but more so to see.
Even my body to undergo a metamorphosis of trust
For I ask for life again from that which came out of the dust.

If denial is to be part of my way
Thank you my God for even a portion of a single part; of each day.
I cannot give when upon my last day to leave
But to provide those left behind part of my love and not to grieve.

Let those who wish and have the desire
Be part of the truth and stay away from the flames of the fire.
The day will come when I write no more
My time on this earth was certainly no chore.

~Chuck Hurley~

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