Fatally Written
All is not fatally written;
though no one leaves
the positive alive – I mean,
ink dries and paper becomes
wrinkled and brittle...as those relationships
we wish to youthfully revive – but we are born dying –
let’s face it…
and despite the fact
that earth’s seasons wither then
restore, there is an under-toe
drawing us toward the sun...
the flip-side of awakening.
One consolation is, I have been drenched
by Divine Light – far more brilliant
and powerful than any Hydrogen Furnace –
yet, there was no pain and suffering –
only profound, comforting love….
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