Full summer, flowers and brownies, 2010.
Those Eternally Linked Lives 20 July 16, 2017
Even if the brakes are being put on
slowly, we know the end of our lives
will come. We can’t be blithe as
once; yet we can live as normally
and joyfully as possible. The doctors
are not worried. Their tests reassure
them that my heart jumping around
and out of its steady rhythm for an
hour can be lived with. For me it is
an unmistakable sign to pay attention:
walk, yes; work, write, dig. See to
the hens, mow and weed-eat; lead
my village in the fight to stop a
coal ash dump, but rest and eat
well, stay alert, respect the signs
as you accumulate years. You
can’t have enough courage or of
the vision that shows you your way,
a step at a time. You’re still here,
aren’t you? Still thriving, loving
those who let you, filling each
day with work completed? Your
conscience is clear; you see all
too well into the hearts of others
whether they imagine yours or not.
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