Peace is what is left on my last page.
For there is no space left in me for anything else,
No other intention than an offering of kindness,
Knowing and understanding the human condition
Aware of the rise and fall of chapters in our lives,
Thankful, ever thankful, for the chance to be at all.
Love is what is left on my last page.
Glowing and warm, of the most healing kind,
For there is enough malice in our world to destroy nations,
There is enough pettiness to overrule humanity,
So I will choose a different path than that,
I will choose love,
I will choose gentleness,
I will choose relief,
I will continue to heal through my grief,
So that what is left when you turn the page,
Will be nothing but light,
Will be nothing but peace.