I implore you to look beyond your own life and ahead towards those furrowing ripples that fan out from this sunken body.
Your life has weight,
And it offers itself as an anchorage against the crests and nadirs that swell heavy from far outside your reach.
In a day where our words are immortalized by what's digital and death-defying,
Make what you share count.
Tell your story to the forgotten hearts of the future,
Who turn to the past in search of setting suns and solace.
Give these aching valves,
These burgeoning vessels clamped up in self-doubt and fear,
Something worth opening for.
Speak of the light,
The hard truth about finding it amongst darkening times.
God sees beneath your feet with the pith of your words.
Dig wells of hope where thirsty wonders may stray,
And flare your way through this life so that those who come after may too find themselves being guided by starlight long departed.
Because when you see your life as not only your own,
But of service to souls yet to inhabit this earth,
When you are no longer the short blossoming flower,
But the golden pollen carried forth long after its own bloom,
You will glimpse the truth about immortality.
That your work,
Your words,
The way you loved lives on in the very folds of time itself.