Sitting
Quiet.
Each breath comes
Unbidden.
Yet – welcome.
You have arrived.
There is no-place else
to go.
PrayerPoem
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Each day is a gift
Each moment.
And what it brings.
Let me be open to receive
The surprise of this day.
What do we own, really?
Each breath
leaves as surely as it comes.
Each thought
rattles around and leaves,
finally.
What we were
remains as a wisp
of smoke
in our passing.
What remains
is the imprint
of our touch
on Life.
Touch gently.
Let the memory
of you
be kind.