after Psalm 39:5
everyone, yes every single one
everyone with pores and bones
everyone with two pairs of lungs
even those crowned in thrones
everyone whose eyes open without
a hand armed with screw drivers
everyone with limbs walking
even those without, darling
everyone is but a breath
blink once can be inside a grave
everyone will turn to ashes
even those who’s dummy brave
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16.07.2021
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For dVerse Meet the bar with Chant poetry – Inspired by the Psalms I’ve read last night. 🙂
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Bravo. A serious chant
Much💜love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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That’s very true, and I think we don’t take it seriously enough. Moment to moment, you never know. I’m reading a true crime book and I’m currently delving into interests germane to it, and it makes you realize more about life. Ah, I’m rambling a little. Beautiful work and you said it perfectly. ❤
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Ahh. I love this ramble, Lucy, because they are reflective and it makes my heart swell that this piece triggered this from you. Thank you. And yes, you are wise. Moment to moment, we never know.
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What a powerful phrase ‘everyone is but a breath.’ Let’s make every breath count, as you’re so right!
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Yes. We all should, Ingrid! Thank you!
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I think we take life for granted even if we know it will end for everyone.
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We’re all living on borrowed time ……..with no promise of tomorrow
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amen, Ms. Beverly. thank you.
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Your chant poetry resonates today, as my favorite Aunt has left this Earth.
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Oh. My condolences to you, Ms. Helen. Love and prayers.
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We walk this stage, from bloody birth to dusted death in “but a breath” of time, like a small wind that simply brushes the cheek of history nearly unnoticed. We live as a sound of fury signifying nothing — unless we choose to leave our notch. Small or large, pray it be a good one. This was a wonderful piece, well written.
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“from bloody birth to dusted death in “but a breath” of time, like a small wind that simply brushes the cheek of history nearly unnoticed.”
Your feedback, Sir, is poetic and beautiful. I am humbled to receive them. Thank you.
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How will we spend that fragile breath?? I appreciate your chant’s biblical perspective!
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thank you for seeing that perspective, Lynn. your question is existential and valid. ❤
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We must constantly be aware of the fragility of life. A powerful chant. (K)
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so true, K. Thank you.
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“everyone is but a breath,”… sigh.. this is such a profound statement. The poem in its entirety is beautifully haunting 💝💝
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thank you for your thoughtful write, Sanaa. really appreciate them. ❤
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This reads like a meditation. I love: everyone is but a breath. Amazing poem as always!
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thank you, Grace! love that you caught the meditative note here.
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powerful and profound, well done Rosema … this resonates deeply!
Are you ok?
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hello, dear Kate. Thank you for your ever kind words. Yes, I am holding up (despite the covid, of course). I hope you are well too, dear friend.
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very well thanks and praying for everybodies safety!
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amen. amen ❤
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This is a great reminder that we ought not to take life for granted. Beautifully written as always!
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you got the message loud and clear, dear Diana. Thank you ❤
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💙💙
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