World Poetry day…

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

I am written into eternity
in lines of love,
seen by the angels
and fondly spoken of.

I’m greeted each morning
by the song of birds,
gathered into being
by the kindness of words.

I’m heard in the catacombs
when I silently pray,
celebrated in the heavens
every single day.

I’m touched by the memory
of all my joy,
found in dark places
I secretly avoid.

I’m comforted by the rhythm
of falling rain,
saturated with love
even through my pain.

Beloved by the earth
as I lay me down,
adorned by nature
on holy grounds.

I’m promised faith
when I cannot see,
held by compassion
when I can hardly breathe.

And when I’m broken
and shut in by grief,
I can still sing the anthems of
a higher belief…

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