I ran from my dream – May 30

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)

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