A poem I wrote 1-22-07

We exist someplace between life and death.
And all our lives we try to gain a foot hold on our place in this world.
Never realizing that stability is an illusion of a fleeting reality.

When comes the day we close our eyes for the last time,
and our life plays out before our inner eye,
we hope to find a single moment where we stood firm.

And to find heaven as we die,
is to understand we never had that rock to stand on.
It was the journey all along.

Celebrate this adventure it is all we have.
Each step we take alone or with others is what should be recognized as life.
Don’t wait until the final curtain falls to realize there are no more acts to this play.


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