“I am not now, nor shall I ever be,
Sated with this life of philosophy!”
Those were the last words I thought I would hear
Whispered from the lips of the one I held dear.
Then a palpable change settled in the room,
And I wondered aloud, “Could this be our doom?”
And a miracle happened, there before my eyes,
As the body before me started to rise.
Not from some ill-fated ghostly-formed force
No, this was the willingness of quite another source.
Stunned, though I be, as I stood there in wonder,
I couldn’t help but smile at the small clap of thunder.
You see, a storm had been raging outside,
As if in this room, where I gazed full of pride.
She then lay back down, content and enlightened.
With her last words she smiled – “I’ll be chasing the horizon!”
Very nice.
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Thank you! ;-)))
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Wow 👏
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful words, Kevin!
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Thank you, Winnie!
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You’re welcome! You’re getting better!
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Ha… My God and my muse, usually the same, are leading me down beautiful roads… ;-)))
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Yes, I can always feel your devotion. 😉
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;-)))
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I just love the first stanza! There’s a whole story behind it.
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Thank you, Liz! I agree. I love when I look back at some of these words I put to “paper” and a really cool line pops out.😊 I always appreciate and value your thoughts and input. So blessed to “know” you!
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Why, thank you, Kevin! It’s a pleasure to know you, too.
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