About the Poem
I was inspired to write this poem as I reflected on certain events in my life. Also of the tragedy I hear on the news, from friends and family brought to me writing this. It is more or less my beliefs on how we, as a collective can help others in need and possibly put a stop to the pain and suffering in the world, today.
|by Alison Rotmark
As my time and memory fades from mind,
A piece of me I hope to leave behind.
My words, my spirit; I hope to weave
From the fluid grace of my beliefs.
I worship this life and all it has to hold;
For the beauty it reveals or even if left untold.
Even death is that to sanctify.
It will one day wash over us in a gentle, rising tide.
Our achievement of life; to death we sacrifice
But upon this earth, before we do part;
Share your mind, your soul and heart.
And mend a broken, wandering spirit.
Show them this life is too precious, to short to fear it
And look past, not upon our human difference
From this, find immortality- eternal deliverance
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