(cabeza)
“Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal
Dust thouo art, to dust returnest
Was not spoken of the soul.”
Another Psalm of Life (A Glosa)
I ask this question of myself,
“Where do I fit in life?
Should I try hard to do my best,
avoid all strain and strife?
What kind of person should I be?”
Neither mildest nor the sternest
God gives to each at least one gift
for use, but not abuse.
take then your gift, but do not spurn it
Life is real, life is earnest.
A poet once said, “The world’s a stage
And people are the actors.”
The character that each one plays
depends on many factors,
for Life is like a drama played,
each actor has a role.
Each plays his part and then departs
To seek and find his mold.
But part of each man is his soul,
and the grave is not ITS goal.
When the mortal body does expire,
from experience we have found
that some prefer to be interred
in coffins below ground,
while others prefer cremation by flame
inside a fiery furnace
We’ve learned that we live and then we die,
from birth return to earth.
when death has struck, we can’t relearn it
Dust thou art, to dust returnest
When the soul’s released from mortal bonds,
on its own it’s free to soar,
an entity seeking its true home,
now free and bound no more,
no longer part of the body complete,
when the body’s no longer whole.
Nourished with spiritual food, the soul
through eternal life will thrive--
The way of the flesh, we have been told
Was not spoken of the soul.