Too easy

Is life;

To breathe air

To eat and sleep

To work and play

To talk

(I talk too much)

….

To sing songs

To recite poetry

To see beauty

To look away

To claim God’s care

To walk with friends

….

All these things are too easy for me.

I have missed no meals nor sleep,

And I’m in credit with my holiday allowance

I think.

…..

To dig a grave with a teaspoon

Without disturbing the begonias

To walk away and leave the grave

Knowing that she is somewhere else

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I may republish this when I have made some sense of it, but I feel the urge to share it now

So’tis here