WRITING ON... (Not An Epitaph, Just Shared Grace)

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This is just a prostate awakening;

A pee penning grateful thanks—

I’m still perpendicular to the floor:-

So, I now sit in inking prayer—

Laboring this watering birth

Of a praising poetic delivery:-

Pushing—I birth umbilical words—

Keloiding the mind’s sacred circular scar:

A naveling of God’s peace and love:-

To you, this may make no sense,

But to me, it’s a blessed flow

To the coming grateful dawning:-

And if I should die before waking again,

I do faithfully pray, my soul He will take:

Blessed and gifted to flow healing words:-

Yes, long-gifted life is now waning…

But the inked words keep waxing on—

Leaving clanging echoes when I’m gone:-