Bruised by Our Knowledge
We Make Our Lives Sublime With
The Gift of Belief
Category: Philosophical
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We’re imagining We’ve mastered time and yet death Always comes calling Go ask the glaciers About lifespan, except we Have no shared language Perhaps the Mayfly? They have no time to form words In their five minutes. Maybe time and words Slide each other by, each the Others Mystery And lifespans are just The dreams of all things with a Beginning and end
We Would All Be Dead
If God Was Not Patient, So
Everything Evolves
We are, All of Us
Marked by Nature’s Print. All Our
Joys, All Our SorrowsGrief Unpacked Its Bags,
A Sudden and Unwanted Guest
With No Plans to LeaveLoss on Every Shelf
Sorrow in Every Drawer
Pain Beneath the BedWe Could Not Quite Breathe
Wondering if That Moment
Might Not Ever EndBut Time Does Still Pass
And Grief Turned Towards Us With
All Its Open HeartAnd We Also Found
Among the Sorrow and Loss
A Shining HonorThe Consolations
Of Shared Memories, the Breath
Of Persistent LoveSo It Turns Out That
This Life is not Perfect and
Grief is not a GuestBut Our Souls do Rise
To Every Occasion and
Our Hearts Will Reach OutAnd We Will Carry
Honor, Memory, and Love
As We Find Our Way
Approval Calling
Like Lust, Seems Irresistible
Is Insatiable
A Year in Haiku 