I give back the gift

and all that flowed from it


the word has been passed

and who knows who heard it


or understood or even cared?

sometimes I wonder if it was


what I should have done in this life

but our prayers are answered


by silence so deep and resonant

we quake in the turbulent stillness


if any found value in it all

then maybe it wasn't all in vain


but of what quality and to what degree

who but the One knows?


so I give back the gift

having said all there is to say


let someone else carry on for those

who come afterward


the word is the same and so is life....







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