by, Samantha Syrnich TLC
Be humble,
walk in quiet grace,
no crown upon your brow;
the earth will fold us in its arms,
and all our wealth,
our pride,
will matter not somehow.
Do not rise above another,
nor cast them in the dust;
for hearts beat equal under skin,
and ashes claim us all—
as every heart must trust.
The jewels we hold will scatter,
the gold will turn to rust;
yet kindness shines beyond the grave,
a light that does not dim,
a treasure pure and just.
So live with gentleness today,
let mercy be your art;
for when the final breath is drawn,
what we will leave behind
resides within the heart.
We carry nothing in our hands,
but much within our soul;
our measure lies in how we loved,
and whether in the end
we left another whole.
Art: ‘Moonlit Grace”
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