The Promise That Nothing In Us Here Is Wasted....

the next journey is when we carry nothing

although we want to carry a basket of flowers

or a a memory of love & friendship

the rule says it clearly: you carry nothing with you

we are light as air passing by a flash of images of all time spent

the past that we let go with a smile (or perhaps some sighs)

the present drips from our fingers like water from a faucet

and the future the comes with wings and light and faith

that nothing ends without any meaning at all

that somehow every inch of our existence is justified

in the shores of eternity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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