Let me follow your destiny, The one you designed for me. My life; every breathe, every heartbeat, Is a letter written to you. My life is your channel, Through which your blessings flow. Use me, use me, use me. Each little print, a prayer fulfilled.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
A year just passed.
I wish upon you,
Forgetfulness.
May you remember not the pain of the past,
of moments when life didn't seemed to matter.
I wish upon you,
Serendipity.
May you continue to find blessings,
in moments when life does matter.
I wish upon you,
Grace.
To walk steadfast when you decide upon,
the path from here forth.
But most of all,
I wish upon you,
Not to count your life
in years.
Count them if you must,
in how much you have given love,
in how much you have given hope,
in how much you have given yourself.
For the best measurement of how old you are,
is in the number of lives
you have touched,
and those whose spirits
are renewed,
because you have given yourself,
to the concerns of others,
instead of yourself.
Happy Birthday.
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