What we all seek
What remains after we die?
Our money goes first,
perhaps fought over by our loving family,
or fame
if we have it is soon gone,
and if not what does it matter(?),
a picture in a book
or in many books means little when dead.
Perhaps it is the seeds planted in loving service,
giving life to others
producing much fruit,
is what remains.
For love is what we all seek
like plants rising up to the sun
seeking light and warmth.--Br.MD
