Time is precious here on earth.
So much we squander from our birth.
A narrow path from here to there.
Step lightly now and always care.
For without love who would we be?
Only bark and branches from the tree.
We need the seeds of life to grow.
Scattered ashes in the snow.
Dust upon a green chalkboard.
Granted wishes from the Lord.
Perhaps it doesn’t add to one, but who we are is an added sum.
Take away the lessons here to cross the bridge to atmosphere.
For living on this earth at best; we are welcomed simply as a guest.
When our stay has met the end, look above to the rainbow bend.
For that is where we are meant to be.
Heaven is waiting, waiting patiently.