5.30.2017
I ran from my dream
frightened and denying
the images of
my mortality
body withering
skinnier each day
the muscles outlined
and my lover aware,
that I thought I would
have more time,
twenty more
plenty enough more.
until I realized that
it was a gift from
the One, a reminder.
that each day
is a one time gift
and the count is
not to be known
before it comes
health, wealth
attempts, workings
will all fall away
in that moment.
so to wake each day
take each day
for what it is
and can be
is a step closer
and further
towards the arc
of my soul, and the One.
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(with a thank you to St. Benedict)
