We live in a world where fantasy and reality blur in a wilderness of mirrors.
In reality the little things that bite us are often worse than the big things.
The big things are the hands we are dealt and have no choice but to play.
The little things, however, are like pesky flies or death from a thousand cuts.
I have committed sins, made repentances, and done good deeds, and
It won't be long before I take my leave of earthly struggle with circumstances.
I am made from the dreams of my ancestors, their DNA is in my blood.
I carry their traditions, habits, and taboos in my heart of hearts.
I was awakened to consciousness at the moment of my birth and at my death
I will be planted like a seed waiting to sprout again, and, at such time,
Like a meadowlark rising at dawn, I will fly up toward the eternal blue sky,
To sing hymns at Heaven's gate and seek an entrance to Paradise,
I hope to conquer death in the manner of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
By the favor and will of Almighty God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth.
May His Kingdom come and His will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Amen! (Bob Mrotek 2025)
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