Be. New.

As my hands grow calloused, my heart softens.
Choking up thinking about how i don’t do this often.
Or when i think of children and into what they’ll blossom…
I’m just full of awe, and it feels awesome.
I see faces in the trees silhouetted by the moon.
I see myself in others when I open and commune.
I hear an ache in my heart beating to Your tune.
I feel whispers from the future saying the past will come soon
seize the moment, the day.
Seize the life. Find the clues.
Be bold. Be selfless.
Be everlasting. Be new.

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