Thy Existence, A Treasure To Behold :

I am a treasure to behold simply being me.

Thee skin I wear is not a mirror of my soul,

nor tis my flesh a window of whom I am.

I bear my spirit in all that touches your heart.

That is who I am.

It tis my spirit that shall echo & dwell in thy

existence & entwine thy heart for eternity & thereafter.

Fear not, dine on thy offering.

Feast upon it!

When we are born, in those very first moments

we are neither a writer, a mother, nor a father.

When we die, we are not beautiful, or gracious, nor shapely.

Yet during our lives we become judgemental, discriminating

over time towards ourselves & others.

I am no better than thee

You are no better than me.

In our Final Hours who are we really?

photo w/perm from Susannah Gilley-Gaines