I am going soon. I would leave you now with these words.
May they serve you well, even if perhaps I wasn’t able to fully
Live by them. I wanted to. Yearned to.
There is beauty in this world, painted in greens, golds, grey.
Acknowledge it. Live in it. And do not let the clouds
Trick you into hiding from the rain.
We were made to love. Live that purpose.
Never shy from it. We were created by the Great Author to
Shine light and love into the darkness.
Live bravely, love fiercely, and offer His gifts generously,
For in this world there are few second chances, and the arc
Of your story will be the legacy you leave.
(Written in response to a daily writing prompt for WriteYourselfAlive: Imagine you had one week to live. What is the last story/poem/letter or reflection you would write?)