A Loving Farewell

              

Do not morn for the body for I have profited from this prison of doom
using it's physical form fully in this life time
Compare this to a butterfly emerging from a dead cacoon
and is filled with new energy as it sails upward to the sky

Now I will procede with the victory I've earned
to gain more wisdom and experience a new life
in hopes to use what I have learned
through my many experiences and strife

So do not morn for His mighty hands are guiding me
from things to which I am blind
To protect me from things I cannot see
for little progress can be made from old bodies and
tired minds

Linda Browning Alicea