From years of observation,
Each of us are living a different life,
Then our soul will move along, some day.
At the same time, the body you see now,
Will fall to the ground, and lay.
Knowing it can happen any time or age,
We should be happy celebrate,
Their soul is moving closer to eternity,
Everyone's goal to reach, that big stage.
The false prophets, and media,
With negativity today,
Has trained society to think of,
The things they did not like,
About, or what did they do,
As they lay in front of you,
At that moment not much talk about,
Their soul has moved on in journey,
Knowing one day yours will too.
Take time alone, in quiet and peace, each day,
Listen talk about your soul, which is you,
Not that body you're in now,
It's just a throw away, a shelter,
For your soul, during this short stay.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 4/27/23 Ordained Minister
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