Life is short, a fleeting flame,
A whispered breath, no two the same.
Moments slip like grains of sand,
Held briefly tight within your hand.
Chase the light, embrace the day,
Let not time just slip away.
In every smile, in every heart,
Find the art of life’s brief part.
So dance with joy, love without fear,
For life is short, and time is near.
Make each second bold and bright,
A spark against the endless night.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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