Ecc. 9:5 “For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.”
Peace like shadows on the water
listening to the gentle whisper
of God’s Spirit leaving ripples
on your soul.
Peace like the sunrise rising
without sound but the warmth
washing over your being bringing
you to a new day.
Peace like the night sky alight
with embers of your soul
fragmenting you to who matters
Peace like the veil of death
the breath of everlasting
life’s first kiss that stirs
your soul awake.