God is reminding me
that living means
so much more
than to coast–

even if
you live exactly
on the coast.

Those who wrangle
with this,
or who, about it, scream
may find in tortured wanderings
or anguished dreams,
that, in the end,
they’ll only
wind up toast.

And that’s not what honors, serves
or best loves
anyone at all,
to any small
or moderate degree,
but surely not the most.

So pick up,
stretch yourself
and stride,
and move beyond
what feels like
an easy glide,
and that will take you far and high and wide–
or, at least,

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