Set Free
The aging time upon me, all remedies failand this soft spoken bitter truth
must now be taken in
like a late coming stranger at the door
whose tale speaks of the dark night
Luster and hardness gone,
gleaned by time itself,
the remnant of steel and fire
folded, straightened then heated again
'til finding no resistance in it's strength, yields
Therein is found the greatest peace
What is the meaning of our lives,
if not to be tempered by our failings ?
This daily union of blood and toil
bearing witness to the mystery,
all things seen anew.
Life is sacred revealed and
I can no more pretend
that anything is common
or even needs fixing.
Death is the final medicine.
Tell me again, please,
to care for the ones
who have entered here
to be seen
to be felt
to be loved
and in their precious time
set free.
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