Presence

Here I am.
Another place I belong.
Perhaps I love too much,
Gifts and created things:

The warmth of a smile from a friend,
Eyes that meet my own with care,
The sun with its' unending radiance
And the depth in tears of mourning.

I stand in debt
Failing to even approach
The abundance received
With drips and drabs I might give.

What I can remember
That I endeavor to do,
For lack of an equitable plan,
I will accept life.

 

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