Poems From The Printed Church Program

May 18, 2005

Afterglow
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is gone.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times, and laughing times, and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

Some People
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people awaken us to new and deeper
understandings... for we gain insight from the
passing whisper of their wisdom.
Throughout our lives, we are sent precious souls,
meant to share our journey, however brief or lasting
their stay, they remind us why we are here.
Some people come into our lives and leave footprints
on our hearts and we are never ever the same.