TWO SIDES OF LIFE

Disappearing ink on sheets of thin paper,

short are the days we spend on the earth.

Flashes of time, the blowing of wind,

the spirit will fly, dust tossed about.

Grass will grow tall and flowers will bloom,

but tears only shed on the side where birds fly.

Our life but a whisper, a moment in time,

and then will the shell set free life within.

Days of our lives, like sands washed to sea,

tossed by the wind to be here no more.

Thin is the veil betwixt now and then,

valley of tears and meadow beyond;

and yet to the valley we cling so to stay ...

our eyes fear the meadow where Lilly's unseen.

A short journey between the two sides of life,

the one filled with sorrow, the other of joy.

The singing of angels will replace the tears

and gone from our minds ... like disappearing ink.

Days of our lives, like sands washed to sea,

tossed by the wind to be here no more...

to be here no more...no more.