May 15, 2021

Life, death, grace, beauty.

The distance between us, 

space and ideas. 

I say what I need to say, 

and you hear what you hear. 

The sun, the moon, and the stars 

all whirl around us, with us. 

What is life but a leaf on a tree?


Death is more powerful than life, 

but death will never match life for grace 

or beauty. 

In the end 

we still have the earth and the sky to hold us. 

In the end 

the morning sun will still light up every drop of dew 

on every blade of grass. 

We are mortal, 

but that which blesses us goes on. 



Ren Powell

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