Poetic Reflection:

When I rest and forever sleep
Don’t you cry, definitely don’t weep.
For it is not my life or yours to mourn.
It was God’s gifted loan I must return.
So sing his glories that you are born,
To feel your heart and touch a few souls.

Like the sun
we rise again
Traveling to places,
greeting new faces
Journeying through time
Causing ripples in space.

We are travelers
don’t hold on tight,
Nothing is yours
nor mine to fight,
When trumpets blow
calling us home,
Don’t say No!
Your soul-
You never owned.

So sing his glories
that you were born,
Now touch a few hearts
and reach out to a few souls.

Jas Jagpal