If you
knew this was your last day,
or week, or month,
how would you spend it?
What would you tell people?
Would you pick up the phone more often,
speak words of love and appreciation?
or week, or month,
how would you spend it?
What would you tell people?
Would you pick up the phone more often,
speak words of love and appreciation?
Would you sit at the shore for hours,
watching the forever waves
endlessly advancing and retreating,
until, behind your eyelids,
they were engraved forever
on your heart?
Here’s how
it is:
we have this moment, now.
No more are promised.
The ferryman will come.
We knew this when we bought the ticket.
He will glide beside the dock,
and nod: we will step in.
It will be too late then
to change what might have been.
we have this moment, now.
No more are promised.
The ferryman will come.
We knew this when we bought the ticket.
He will glide beside the dock,
and nod: we will step in.
It will be too late then
to change what might have been.
Here’s
what I really want you to know:
I carry it all in my heart: summer days
under my grandma’s weeping willow,
teardrops and song under a teenage moon,
young motherhood, with all the struggle,
and the laughter, all those leggy children
laughing in the sun; I carry it all,
the coming home to myself,
my great leap to the sea,
the big black wolf who taught me
all that love could be.
I carry it all with me: the gifts,
the gratitude, the sorrow,
(for the recipe, my friends,
has always included sorrow.)
It has been more than I ever dreamed,
and all that it could be.
My heart is full to the brim
with gratitude and wonder,
should I depart Tomorrow.
I carry it all in my heart: summer days
under my grandma’s weeping willow,
teardrops and song under a teenage moon,
young motherhood, with all the struggle,
and the laughter, all those leggy children
laughing in the sun; I carry it all,
the coming home to myself,
my great leap to the sea,
the big black wolf who taught me
all that love could be.
I carry it all with me: the gifts,
the gratitude, the sorrow,
(for the recipe, my friends,
has always included sorrow.)
It has been more than I ever dreamed,
and all that it could be.
My heart is full to the brim
with gratitude and wonder,
should I depart Tomorrow.
Day Ten of Wild Writing with Laurie Wagner
It is a hard question. And I like how you answer it with more questions. I agree with you that a grateful heart makes you appreciate what you have, rather than reflect on what you do not have.
ReplyDeleteI think it is good sometimes to think about how we would spend a last day. It puts life in perspective. Like you suggest, we have to live in the moment and not look too far ahead. I also liked the way you reflected on memories that keep your heart filled. You have indeed lived a rich life.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. A wonderful reminder that we only have this moment. We take all our moments with us when we die.
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