Prayer
Death does not choose you at random.
It approaches at your pace, rumbling
downhill or floating in the air,
debris or dandelion fluff,
concealed yet evident.
Listen: a small cloud bumps another,
merging into one larger being —
can you hear its ecstasies?
All the world’s souls, gathered.
Outstanding in beauty, depth, truth and simplicity!
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Thank you so much, Linda. I hope all is well with you.
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Beautifully comforting. I am grateful to read this at the end of my day.
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Thank you, Ali!
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I loved this. Thanks.
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Thanks very much!
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☺
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🙂
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This is beautiful Robert
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Thanks very much, Maureen.
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