Singing of Myself

1

I celebrate myself; I celebrate Him who brought me here. Of the love that bore me to world. You who bore me are the sky that holds the sun of my Lord.
I appreciate the connections; of relationships and bonding. I indulge in the loveliness of the social being and of the inner chemistry of us all. What makes you, you but you are apart from me?

2

Knowledge is a friend of mine, and I absorb it with a passion. I enjoy writing with it, I enjoy knowing it. I love expressing myself through it.
God gave me talent, and I use it with joy. The joy I experience in the ringing of my own voice and in the words I share with others. Nature is of joy to me for I am a tree amongst the others of the forest. Nobody really pays me any mind yet, I absorb everything though my leaves, my bark, and my limbs.

3

Again, I celebrate the goodness in me, the pleasantness of attitude. My care and concern are the honey for which the honeybee of the world comes to gather. He takes and incorporates it into the comb; from there the rest of the world comes and drinks deeply of its sweetness.
I give without thought yet, great is thought of me when the gift is received. Helping is my nature and from nature that the artist in me comes to play.

4

Again, what is in you that makes you, you? And why are you so apart from me yet, we come together as if we are one? For I love you yet, this I still wonder.
God, I know Him yet I have never seen Him. Is faith enough? He created me yet how do I know that I have not evolved from a more primitive state?

5

A penguin is what relates to me most. For like the bird I want to fly and what effort I give to do so. But he is a flightless bird and so am I due to my situations. I can wish to see the world yet only go so far.
A sheep lead astray is indeed me. Because the Sheppards of this world I do want to follow. But down my own path is where I trod. To show the true me and never be frightened.

6

Adam and Eve sinned causing the price. We are now all born in this world as an angelic defect. Separated from God by sin, we must prepare ourselves for the life to live after death. For the final battle we will all fight in the end.
Death, my friend, is the final test. The last obstacle to pass, the one we must all face. The final suffering for some; the few who travel then narrow path. Others, only the beginning; those who didn’t believe and stayed in the dark.

7

This shall go forth from me when I am no more. It’s for everybody so it is good to share. Plenty is my wisdom though realizations will be harsh yet beneficial. But religion will not hurt, come and see yourself; come see your salvation that has been waiting for you.

8

Memory of me is important, yet, not more then what I have left behind; the meaning and the content. Remember the will, recall the persistence. Sacrifice for others, release of myself for the safety of the next person’s soul. Let me rest, yet forget me not.