SIMPLICITY OF LIFE

 

 

We are born,

We live,

We die.

 

Our entry into this existence

Is beyond our charge,

We arrive unaware and dependent

On those who love us.

Childhood and youth are shaped

By the nurture and watchcare

Of those who love us.

 

Our time of living is

Marked by encounters

With other souls

Along the course we walk.

Joy and sorrow are

Dependent on the giving of ourselves

To those we love.

 

We choose those we love,

Casting off the unlovable,

Searching for an elusive reality

Of heavenly bliss.

Our time of loving is

Dependent on the giving of ourselves

To those who love us.

 

The days of our passing are

Marked by unawareness and dependence

On those who love us.

Living, loving and dying

Are made simple by the giving of ourselves

To those we love.

To give is to live.

 

 

J. Harold Thurmond

March 2012