13 November 2013

we live and we die
like fireworks.
our legacies hide
in the embers.
may our stories catch fire
and burn bright enough to catch God’s eye.
we live and we die
like fireworks we pull apart the dark,
compete against the stars with all of our hearts.
’til our temporary brilliance turns to ash,
we pull apart the darkness while we can.
may we live and die
a valorous life.
may we write it all down
in cursive light.
so we pray we were made
in the image of a figure eight.

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