Making A Self Busy
there are many reasons
the fingers fall short of the count
the mind continues to invent
and the body resigns
but everyday this matter of
tiring out the soul
does not stop
and if soon the body gives up
the heavens shall celebrate
the feast of angels
the showdown of saints
the smile of God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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