Life's Book

Life's Book

No matter what else you are doing

From cradle days through to the end,

You are writing your life's secret story--

Each day sees another page penned.

Each month ends a thirty-page chapter,

Each year means the end of a part--

And never an act is misstated

Or even one wish of the heart.

Each day when you wake, the book opens,

Revealing a page clean and white--

What thoughts and what words and what doings

Will cover its pages by night?

God leaves that to you--you're the writer--

And never a word shall grow dim,

Till the day you write the word finish

And give your Life's Book back to Him.

Author Unknown

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Sunday afternoon, October 3rd, 2010, 4:30 PM: I'm going through my three e-mail accounts to determine what to keep and what to discard. Almost a year ago, I sent the above poem--with an e-mail message--to my brother (my only sibling). He died of cancer on February 23rd, 2010.

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Ignore the time stamp. I frequently "save" ... and use later in the day.