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Saying Grace
Life on the run, life to go, life for one, Existence, plain and simple, Uncommitted, unrecriminative, regretless —
This consequence of limitless freedom Keeps my spirit hopeful, Every second of my waking, my dreaming.
It's a gift bequeathed me, Asking nothing, by way of reciprocation, Nothing, that is, except my gratitude,
For its having extricated me From the grasp of controlling souls Disposed to lapses in rationality.
This last Sunday in August, Reflecting over a late pancake breakfast, I say grace, for unindebtedness's blessing,
Raise the steaming coffee cup, to my lips, As if kissing loneliness good-bye, Whispering a toast to equanimity,
Which waits just ahead, in destiny's throes, To invite me to slow down, come home, Open myself, again, to a life for two.
08/30/09 - (1)
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