Give a pause for breath,
Another for death.
Wait for ringing bells,
Listen for crashing swells,
And in that in-between,
Lean in.

Anticipate change,
While greeting the mundane.
Support
and spur on,
Knowing none have long
To impact.
Yet we all do.

On other’s,
On time,
Pulling threads of the sublime
To earth.

Even if only one soul remembers
The sparkle
Behind eyes.
It lives forever,
As lessons pass on to
Generations.

Futures
Of shared breaths
That swell to winds,
Ringing bells,
Rippling the swells,
Of life.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef