Saturday, November 8, 2008

November 8th, 2008. 1.35am

November 8th, 2008. 1.35am

Flowers fade
Words too
Even strongest of feelings
Where today will become tomorrow

I ask myself
What counts then?
The material possession
Which amounts to nothing
when one is sick and old

Or fame
Politicians, authority, positions
What they are running for

What we crave
Is some recognition
Of who we are

To the ones around us
To the ones who matter to us
To hear their compliments
That one word
Which gives us security

My hope is found in You
In You alone are my rock and my fortress
In You I trust
I never have to be afraid

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