B.J. Ayers - The Greatest Gift

Death, an end of life, the opposite of birth,
Neither relevant nor standing alone,
From beginning to end with mountains between,
Difficult to ascend, yet few with no end.

Death, nor birth be relevant in time,
That in between, the mark to remain,
Mountains climbed with peaks aglow.
Memories left, for those who cared.

From birth to death, a winding vine,
Growing in strength, fading in time,
Strong and viral, experienced and weak,
Mountains to climb with peaks to reach.

Accomplishments earned, failures accepted,
The relevant left, is that between.
The bends in the vines, accepting what is,
Death and birth, to choose is his.

The gift God gives, is neither to choose,
The mountains to climb,
The peaks to reach,
All left for us, to reach or fail.

Never meant to be with ease,
The vine between, the crooks and turns,
Mountains so tall, peeks so high,
A gift of choice, a gift from God.

B.J. Ayers

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