What does it matter that we lived or died
Save that we left the world a better place?
The joyous smiles or sorrowed tears we cried,
Most serve life’s purpose blessed by Heaven’s grace.
To live dear life bestowed for self alone
Is yet perhaps the heavier cross to bear
For still on earth, it’s seldom we bemoan
The great or simple pleasures that we share.
By measure, only soulless creatures bide
In singularity— all acts for one;
So by analogy the selfish pride
In egocentric deeds benevolence shuns.
May grace and mercy guide our earthly ways,
That love and kindness pure, all evil raze.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 