One special thing
to know of life–
it’s really never

beats of the heart,
breath after breath,
or even if these
for a short while
should chance to stop,
while we yet on this Earth
still walk,

to the finish from the start
it continues,
even when
it or we
can use mending.

So we best do
the best we can,
in continuity
whether woman, child or man,
to live on now
just as we are,
and not to wait

for lucky stars
for anything
our confined minds
hold out as bait,
or use as blocks
to hold us back
to harbor
sundry petty thoughts
or vows,

but to do
just what
we have come for,
and offer all those gifts
we know have
(and maybe more)
that are ours
for the sending.

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