Sleep sound; my cherished one ;
Cherish life as it is bestowed by God ;
And even if you didn’t ever ask for existence;
Cherish each moment you own –
And if the laughter follows tears;
And if sorrow must follows joy –
Treasure the soul you inhabit;
And whether closed by bitterness or disappointment
Even at the risk of hosting the loathed occasional intruder;
Who plunders the tenderness you’ve laid before him.
Think of that soulless place he is
No light escapes the gravitational force of the dark black hole of the spirit.
No moons swirl in the hollow mirthless monotonous clouds
No stars illuminate the oppressive sarcophagus
No rainbows drift on the hollow horizons
No gentle rain falls; no river sweeps its yearning meadows,
No corn grows in its barren field
No laughter of the lark sweetens its morning skies,
No pondering owl contemplates the trees in twilight.
No scampering rabbit across the furtive dunes
And no more light seeps above the horizon.
Let it pass, for the time we have is only on deposit somewhere in a timeless vault
Cherish the day; woo the night.
Feel the exuberance confined in every stone, and rock and mountain.
Celebrate the soaring skies, the moody winds,
The diversity and purpose of her rains,
And open your heart again to life’s mysteries,
For they are also in a vault;
And the managed fund is in the hands of God.
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