No Bliss

If there is no bliss,

If joy is not found,

One’s life is amiss

As misery abounds.

To create and to give,

To love and to share,

To laugh and to live,

To hope and to dare,

All require a breath,

A restorative way.

Quit working to death.

Enjoy your brief stay.

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The Floor

The floor feels like it draws me toward

The center of this flying sphere.

Tired of moving back and forward,

I let my body settle here.

I wish that I could do and do,

As I see others pushing through.

Yet I have limits firmly set.

I’ll rest and hope to start anew.

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Heavy Burdens

Often when the load increases,

And tribulation never ceases,

We’re tempted just to throw it down

And in our pity state to drown.

It’s at these times we must recall

That everyone needs grace to fall,

And there are hands to help us bear

Our heavy burdens everywhere.

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