If I have shown others the face of Jesus
— not the constructed one, the made-up one
we have in paintings on the wall — but the real one.
The face of kindness, charity, forgiveness, peace
— then my life shall not be in vain.
If I have inhaled all of the scents of nature
and seen the vast expanses of it — and reveled
in that beauty, the wondrous marvel of it all
— then my life shall be blessed.
If my children and their children
and their children’s children speak of me
with a smile, if they shall know love,
if they shall prosper in matters of the heart
— then my life shall be important.
If I have used my words wisely,
my time creatively, my gifts generously
— then my legacy shall remain
long after my last breath.
If my laughter is remembered
— then my love shall not have been in vain.
I have grown life from womb
and life from soil
and that life is not in vain.
If I could show others how precious
all life is here on this earth
how precious is our Earth
then my life shall not be in vain.
This poem is written in response to the following poetry prompt: