The Irrelevance of Suicide
Some aspire to take their own life;
because they live in despair;
the truth of it all; cuts like a knife;
in death; the soul is still there.
None can avoid the winds and the rain;
they each have a unique cycle;
all which has passed; shall come again;
hard times become their rival.
We observe an eagle spreading his wings;
slowly, majestically flying high;
we become jealous; as the robin sings;
both are destined to die.
So many people live by their journal;
trying to build a reputation;
often oblivious; that the soul is eternal;
able to receive salvation;
Every life is tarnished by selfish pride;
when destiny and failure meet;
the soul lives on; when life has died;
suicide proclaims your defeat.
Every suicide diminishes life’s purpose;
making God’s creation less elegant;
when a child of God shuns his service;
he proclaims his being irrelevant.
Suicide hurts the ones we love most;
the loves that we’ve left behind;
the rest of their life is burned toast;
sad memories flood their mind.
Death only ends life for a season;
back to our soul; we ascend;
suicide must never be the reason;
or we’ll live it, all over again.
Monty 12.12.25. # 3,107