Life is laden with layers of love.

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We begin swaddled
By generations gone before,
As parents and grandparents
Wrap us tight with memories and securities.

But as time passes
So do generations,
As layers are stripped away.

We journey
From young and bright to old and gray

Until at last, we become that vulnerable outer layer.

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Does love remain when no layer is left?
Is faith foolish at the finale of life?

May God be my refuge to the very end.
May this trust prove wisdom when strength is gone.