My Epitaph—Should I Ask To Be Buried

Life is naught but the breath of Time
Blown upon the human shell.
The Lord did lend life not for crime,
But to complete a purpose to each He’ll tell.

While Time’s breath passes but once
The mortal cell, the soul is ever free.
While the corpse to elements is a slave,
The spirit transcends eternity.

Upon this rock He built His Church.1
Below this rock rots Kristina’s shell,
A decaying cell that will ne’er again lurch,
But feeds the ground to spread Time’s breath.

Filled with the breath of Time, she danced.
She danced for the Glory of God.
She danced for love of the pulse of life.
She danced. It was her simple joy.

Since Death has knocked Time’s wind out,
She owns only the self she has become through breathing,
And on her way upon the celestial route,
She left only mind imprints to the living.

Yet to them she’d whisper not to grieve,
For Time’s breath swiftly will pass them too.
Life is but a temporary gift to receive,
And Time, only an illusion.

Death is just a single lock in Time’s great mane,
A part of the whole but remains just a part.
Momentous but just a momentary state,
For in dying is the birth—to eternal life.2

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(Lines with superscripts are paraphrases/altered quotations from the Gospel of Matthew and the Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.)
1(Mt 16:18) “And I say to you: That you are Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”
2(Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi) “…And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”


That's just a poem I made for English class that I really wanted to share. :) And at least now, it's forever immortalized, though probably overlooked, in one of the many recesses of the cyber world.

Trust is fragile.

Handle it with care.

It's really true. Once you give somebody your full trust, it becomes like a beautiful ice carving, or like a glass rose. So precious, but so easily broken. Once someone you gave that much trust just drops hold of it so carelessly...

there's no going back.

Unless, I guess, you have tons of mighty bond and some faerie dust up your sleeve. :)