THE PASSAGE OF LIFE

We die to live, and we live to die

not as endings, but as passages.

The body fades, yet the soul remembers

the voice of its Maker calling it home.

Life is a pilgrimage, death a doorway,

and beyond the veil light everlasting waits.

We rise from the dust to return to eternity,

for we are never only flesh.

We are the breath of God.

and death is not the end,

but the passage of life.

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