What We Give Away Lasts

IMG_2851What will I have when I come to the end of myself?

Nothing,

except all I’ve given away.

Not, tossed to the four winds

for others to scrape off the sidewalk,

pluck out of the trees,

or dig out from under.

No, what will be is

what I have left with others.

Given to those

who might enjoy it,

who need it,

who deserve it.

These are my eternity.

Who are these?

Eternal Father, let me see these.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on March 28, 2015, in God, Life, poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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