LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

About my body in the grave,

The Bible, a shining, pure slate,

Marking the end of earthly life, so brief,

And the beginning of a light that dares not cease.

It glows with promises written in faith,

Sacred words that death undoes and remakes,

As if the end were merely the start,

Of an eternal path, a divine retreat at heart.

There, upon the dust, the sacred rests,

The Bible, a radiant, immortal testament.

And even in death, the truth shines bright,

For in the book of life, love endures the night.

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