Living, Dying, and Thriving
Gathering fragments of soul,
Like scattered pieces of a whole,
Each one unique,
yet part of a grander scheme,
A journey to discover what it all means.
We search for meaning in the chaos,
In the moments of joy and the moments of loss,
We gather up our souls, Piece by Piece,
Until we find a sense of peace.
But even when we've found our way,
There's still a price we have to pay,
For life is fleeting, and time slips away,
And we know we'll die another day.
So we gather up our souls once more,
And brace ourselves for what's in store,
We know that life is bittersweet,
But we keep going, with hearts replete.
For even though we'll one day die,
We'll leave a legacy that won't be denied,
And our souls will live on in memories,
As we gather up the fragments of our destinies.
We gather up the moments of bliss,
The laughter and the tenderest of kisses,
The times we stood tall and faced our fears,
And the moments that reduced us to tears.
We gather up the lessons we've learned,
And the bridges that we've crossed and burned,
The people who've touched us in some way,
And the love that we've given and received each day.
And though we know that death will come,
We keep on living, we keep on from,
For the fragments of our souls we've gathered,
Are the very things that make our lives matter.
So let us cherish each passing day,
And the moments that take our breath away,
For as long as we keep gathering our souls,
We'll keep on living; we'll keep on whole.
But sometimes, in the gathering of our souls,
We come across fragments that take a toll,
Pieces that are shattered and broken,
Memories that leave us hurt and unspoken.
These fragments of pain,
they haunt us so,
Dragging us down to the depths below,
The wounds they leave are deep and raw,
And the healing seems like an endless chore.
Yet, we gather them up all the same,
For even in darkness, there's a flame,
A glimmer of hope that keeps us alive,
A strength that we find in the darkest of dives.
And so we gather, through the pain and the strife,
Pieces of our soul that cut like a knife,
For we know that even in the face of death,
Our soul will survive with every breath.
For every fragment we gather and hold,
Is a part of us that can never grow old,
A piece of our essence that's beyond the grave,
A legacy that only the soul can save.
And so we gather, and we die another day,
Knowing that our soul will find a way,
To live on, in memories and love,
And to guide us to the heavens above.
