Brief moments lost or froze in time,
More than stars amongst the heavens,
Lives sacrificed for causes forgotten,
Temples, Monuments, Minarets crumbled,
Poignant passion marked only by souls, which have passed,
On eternity forward or back we only guess,
Yet life like wine ages, mellowed by years,
Laughter, sorrow, pleasure, or pain season each day.

On wide plains, a Cheyenne Brave looses his arrow deep into a Bison,
Along the rushing Nile, an Egyptian Stonemason deftly cuts an obelisk for his Pharaoh,
Within a manicured garden, the Samurai prunes a bonsai for his Warlord,
Upon a rain soaked alter, A Prophet sacrifices a kid to his Lord,
Horseback, headlong across wind swept steppes, a Mongol Warrior cleaves the head from his foe,
Nestled in a mountainside meadow, two lovers kiss.

Time slips by, our lives the violin strains of its refrain,
Will we pause to breathe deep fresh air,
Shall we waste moments on legacy and fanfare,
Let grace be our ensign held  high above,
With memories so brief, with life so short, let us always,
Leave Kindness, Warmth, and Love in our wake…..


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