Each one of us has the sword in front of our eyes in one simple word, they say. Present, like the moment of now, the greatest present you can get, anyhow. A present,the One who is present from the start and before, can only give. Birds sing, to the glory of life, glory to the One who is all love, what is life? Without its source?
A chance to touch the light, Michelangello... Pick a side, give meaning to the strife between death and life,day and night, evil and good...One will win, He should. Whats life than to be children of the sky, you see. Love each other and carry along, on this road towards our true home.
Whats life to me than a gift, indepted we are, so much that being thankfull wont cut, it. Our true love towards the creation is the only sign of appreciation.Eternal travel, eternal light... Life only eternal has real, true might... If love is eternal,so must be life,cause we still love the ones who passed on, they cannot be gone. They just went home.
Stay strong, you don't travel alone, we are in this together forever and so on... Into the sunset and coming of the new day, when all off our sorrows will just be swepted away... Like sand in the bay will merge one day, your life and mine will be one like clay...