We are judged through our lives by
so many things
From height to the color of skin
How strong or how fast, or what talents we have
Even the clothes that we wear.
What is my measure?
No miracle cures, no wonderous acts
No buildings for all to admire
No statues, no portraits, no honors to show
No medals or ribbons to wear.
What is my measure?
No great acts of faith, no daredevil stunts
No songs that make people dance
No novels of daring or poems of joy
No fans that follow my steps
What is my measure?
But when I am gone, my body is burned
The Goddess has called me away
No physical trace remains of my life
My presence is all but erased
What is my measure?
If friends think of me and smile at the thought
And fondly remember I cared
If they still feel may arms are hugging them close
And Love is what they recall
