Counterpoint

Counterpoint 

This body, this
miracle
will fail
Destined to founder,
designed to.

The grievous irony— 
if we’re blessed, wisdom 
grows just then 
as the failing unfolds
though it can be slow
gossamer     at first
less vigor, a stumble
or stuttering heart 
Amidst flowering,    
the summons: my offering
hold both