Thou great leveller
Of titles before a name,
Of degrees after a name
Of wealth and of poverty
No hearing or seeing
No tasting or smelling
No feeling or thinking
No suffering or celebrating
No body or soul
A spirit-filled life
A life of knowing in a different way
A life of relating in a different way
No life as we know it
No space as we know it
No time as we know it
But life experienced in all its fullness.
O death, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
From being deciduous
We’ve become evergreen.
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