I was a person when first
conceived,
though some don't think that
– some don't believe.
Once we're all started on our
race,
we go different directions,
each our own pace.
Each one different size, each
a different shade,
but our blood is the same,
because we are God-made.
I may be happy, I may be sad,
Most times I'm good, but
sometimes I'm bad.
I obey God or not during my
life here below.
God gives me a mind to choose
how I go,
But one thing is certain,
indelibly sure:
God wants me to live right,
no matter how long I endure.
I'll live forever, on earth:
short or long,
but my place is in Heaven.
That's where I belong.
In choosing my life, it's
Heaven or Hell.
How I live here is how I'll
ever dwell.
I'm too old to die young,
but I don't know the day.
You don't know either –
better walk in "The Way".
Choosing to live righteously
is a real endeavor.
Breathing our last here is
when we are severed –
But it happens to all – can't
say it's never.
It's this year, or next year,
or sometime – forever.
- by Netagene,
August 28, 2013 -
I read the line: "This
year, next year, sometime, never", in a novel. An Englishman was counting
the cherry pits on his plate. As he touched each with his spoon, he said those
words – that it’s sort of like "loves me, loves me not".