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
Your group might be interested in my book of poems, "Strange Grace." It's all poems about aging, impermanence, and death. If you're not aware of it, send me your snailmail addie via email, and I'll send you a copy. amritaskyepoetry at gmail dot com
I love this one! So beautifully, poignantly put. Please, may I share it with my Death & Dying group?
Your group might be interested in my book of poems, "Strange Grace." It's all poems about aging, impermanence, and death. If you're not aware of it, send me your snailmail addie via email, and I'll send you a copy. amritaskyepoetry at gmail dot com
Of course!!
This is Samara!
It comes up saying Laurie and Timothy Neeno, so I knew!
spoken by a wise elder...
What a beautiful description of fading out gracefully x