A Life Well Spent


Like a forest king I sit on dappled throne, her majesty of heaven by my side.

Our hands entwined as we recollect the summer’s dance of our children, of our family and friends, of Mother Earth.

Our love, her strength, is the root of this joyful kingdom.

She and I, we feel the crepuscular nature of time upon us, the slow ebbing of light, of our life together.
I sigh contented,
and a little sad at the coming of brittle winter and the final dark.

She looks at me all knowing, and smiles and squeezes tight, pulls me up to dance and live and love
and then rest from a life well spent,
until we are at last rejoined in Heaven’s holy light.

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