But a vapor…

 

If my life is but a vapor,

I pray it be a sweet-smelling one.

If the blink of an eye

Departs me from this life,

I pray your face be my parting frame.

If I am merely dust,

I pray to settle somewhere near the coast…

To be washed up and down the shores of

His creation – Until the sun and the moon

Bid one another farewell…

And the waves of time no longer exist.

-Becky Moore