I found this poem about a soldier at the end of his life; it reminds us that our lives have great significance no matter who you are.
We all touch each other’s lives in different ways, small or big and how we treat people is a reflection of who we are and how we live our purpose.
Take some time to appreciate who you are and the time shared with others. It is not the years in our life that count, but rather the life in the years.
Give thanks for each day we are given and make the most of the time we have with each other.
The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep… Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell."
~Author UnknownPosted: Sun Nov 10th 2019 10:43am 9 months ago
“Ohhh Debra, I had to write this down, with gratitude, love, and an opened heart. Yes, I felt and feel a shift in my awareness and responses, almost immediately after our session” -Sue Spicer