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EARTHEAVEN

Every bird’s end is boring:
Another heap of hollow bone and
Rotting feathers just waiting to
Turn back into stone; yet to
Have flown sunward and sing
Even for a single moment of
All soaring means—to feel the
Veracity of life lived fully in
Eternal love with being—leaves
No corpse but a blessed memory.

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EARTH

Everyone brings to life
At least a little burden of
Responsibility to somehow
Try to make this planet as
Heavenly as possible.