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Tolling bells are ringing and mission
Purpose grows to its physical end;
Leaving spiritual energy behind;
Those who sow wisdom’s wise words die
But their epistles will remain sermonic
Lessons to be learned and actualized;
And while the lettered paper may yellow,
The inking will remain black: teaching that
Feet washing surpasses, bloody hand washing.
Indeed, death has its mission purpose too:
The resurrection of the suppressed word
And the revelation enlightening truths;
The inking of the word flows slowly but
It flows to the deepest depths of the mind
And its ascension of mind is an eternal flow.
May the tears that one day may flow for me
Forever water the seeded words I leave behind
Blooming flowers fruiting spirits of peace and love.
