FIAT LUX

               Imagining that life is like a flame
               That shines its little while and then goes out,
               A game about accomplishment and fame
               Where one may prove a hero or a lout—

               All that is off the mark: we do not die,
               For spirits live eternally as souls,
               And may incarnate for another try
               Experiencing not one but many roles.

               Time’s a vacation from eternity,
               A chance to get some traction and to know
               The deeds here chronicled as history,
               An opportunity to change and grow.

                    If life’s a flame, it burns eternally
                    With heaven’s light—or else infernally.

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