Birth is a beginning and death a destination
And life is a journey
From childhood to maturity
And youth to age,
From innocence to awareness
And ignorance to knowing,
From foolishness to discretion
And then, perhaps to wisdom,
From weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness,
And often back again.
From health to sickness
And back, we pray, to health again
From offense to forgiveness
From loneliness to love
From joy to gratitude
From pain to compassion
And grief to understanding
From fear to faith
From defeat to defeat to defeat
Until, looking backward or ahead
We see that victory lies not at some high place along the way
But in having made the journey, stage by stage, a sacred pilgrimage
Birth is a beginning
Death a destination
But life is a journey
From birth to death to life everlasting
Author unknown, from the prayer book of the Shiva of my friend.
Baruch, my friends, Baruch
(Blessing, my friends, blessings)
SB
A phenomenal poem. Thanks for sharing.
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