We each whether in moments of intellectual and soulful solitude, or as we become deeply philosophical and introspective, in those rare quiet moments, I would think, I want to believe, that all people consider this…they want to leave something behind.
A memory of moments.
A touch of a hand with life felt lines.
A child conceived, though not born, and yet Hope remains.
A song, a book of poetry, some purpose of consequence.
A journal, facial similarities and a laugh that is passed on for generations.
A parent that we hold to their final breath as if it is our own.
We grasp those moments, we create that life and we pray that all goes well.
We lie upon our beds as we pray to God that something we have done, something we have said, something written was worth leaving behind.
Our soul given to One.
Our heart given to one.
Some small piece of us that we so desperately want to give away.
Just trying to leave something behind.