Your Monday blessing: The Final Word

Crave not the final word.

The Grim Reaper, it’s pretty clear,
has nothing terribly important to say, after all.

Meanwhile, only a drop or two~
from your mouth today,
might fall
like seeds
onto the waiting harvest,
and be utterly obliterated into joy.

About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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