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Sunday, 15 November 2015

footprints in my own dust....

Every step forward
is a step away from the beginning,
a step closer to the end;
each one a loss as well as a gain.

Every step forward
contains within it a grieving
for what we leave behind,
can never have again,
can never be
again.

And I am too old
to believe it can all be done over,
too old to believe
in my own immortality,

watching the dust collect around me.

But I am just old enough to be grateful
that I have walked such a journey
with such friends,
that I have lived in such times,
that I have been given such a life,

and that I am still walking,
that the journey isn’t over,
that I can still
leave footprints in my own dust.


Wendy Stefansson

2 comments:

Cara Corcoran said...
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Cara Corcoran said...

yes.