Santa's Gift
The laughter of eternity's children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.
The laughter of eternity's children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.
I am not very happy with my genes.
They don't seem to suit me at all.
I wish I could have chosen my own,
But of course it was not my call.
Within my heart beats a separate pulse
With a rhythm all its own.
It comforts me in my times of need
And keeps me from feeling alone.
in Spiritual Poems about Death
There are no birthdays in heaven,
For time has no meaning there.
Today is the future as well as the past.
A day is the same as a year.