Sweet Embrace

I woke up this morning thinking,

"Today, I'm going to work and play in the garden of the Universe."

Nothing is mine I realized!

This house I live in is made of wood that came from trees that grew from the soil of this planet.

These people that I love will one day return to the arms of the Universe.

These legs that carry me from my bed to my kitchen to all the places that I visit will one day forever cease their movement.

Nothing belongs to me!

So I shall cherish each place, each person, each step, each breath,

I shall welcome all with appreciation and respect,

until that day when I, too, fold into the sweet embrace of the Universe.

◄ On the Wall Again

Spirits Rising ►

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 22nd Mar 2025 09:09

A lovely, profound, intelligent poem, Hélène. It oozes humility and kindness. Thank you.

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TOM MERTON

Fri 21st Mar 2025 20:21

Reading this beautiful poem, Helene, I sense there certainly is a lot of spirituality in it. Thank you so much!

Kind regards

Tom

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