Living precepts
Certain ones grown old become lighter,
a foretaste of their flying away.
Shoulders nudged forward by age
as if to accept wings, unhitched
from a long duration of burdens;
footprints shallow in the sandy soil.
Rather than well worn words out of a crumbling mouth –
an arresting smile, eyes shiny with eloquence.
Not frailty but etherealness –a dearth inside
of leaden opinions, judgment and grudge.
Collect a loose embrace from those
who can no longer be held down.
They are the living precepts,
their bodies atremble with vulnerability
not for death but for a yielding to truth,
the last gasp before an overtaking,
a settled down surrender and a faithful waiting
for a new adventure to begin.
O child of God, may your last breath
place you that much nearer to God.
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