Enduring and Endearing ( a poem by Whonunuwho)
The beginning of life, and this, as we may know it,
the start of true love, to be ours, if we show it.
The cradle to the grave, to be a long road ahead,
with gentle steps, to be taken, as further we tread.
As each day is so lived, and as a beginning, anew,
then, with all that we say, in all that we do.
A far more precious gem, now is given to us each,
sharing with loved ones, all that we may reach.
Beyond the celestial realms, as together we trod,
from a source of our being, from the earthen sod.
Traveling the farthest reaches of an infinite space,
to approach, in nearness, of our God's holy face.
We must each endure this hard life, at our hands,
as heavenly stars, number greater than the sands.
We shall receive precious life's greatest treasure,
an endearing design, a fine gift without measure.
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