We kid ourselves
about the amt. of time
we’ll sojourn in this place
—much of it spent striving
to feed our face, buy clothing,
provide shelter. Then, nothing.
Remembered maybe a generation
or two. Three probably at the most.
Why not strive just as hard or harder
to show love, to lessen others’ burdens.
It’s all temporary anyway. Someone else
will reside in our homes in a few short
years. Nothing here is permanent.
Our journeys will continue in
another world, another realm,
invisible now, but just as
real. It exists, so why not
accumulate substance in
what we carry out with
us? love, peace,
love,
peace, peace, peace,
love, peace, peace,
peace, love, love,
love, love, love,
peace, peace,
love, peace,
love, love,
peace
out.
D.C. Buschmann
October 4, 2017
Excellent...excellent.
ReplyDeleteI also really like the form (if that's the right word?). Maybe it's structure. The way the piece looks.
How it begins on the left and then protrudes out to the right..exemplifying where we spend most of our time in this temporal realm.
Love the ending...
peace
out
Many thanks, Carol! I didn't know if the form worked because it isn't anything recognizable. I appreciate the appreciation!!!!
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