Death Where Is Your Bitter Sting?

Death where is your sting?
Yes I am conscious that I will die.
But I am living sacred life gift purpose defined.

No fear of death wars soul with judgement weight.

No love of riches anchors soul to life loss fears.
I smile laugh at transitory mortality.
Death embrace when you will.


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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