Consider this:
Each day a thousand ways to make
our heart feel lighter.
Each life of boundless ways to make
our meaning deeper.
Each moment an endless space to make
our selves closer.
Each thought a given chance to make
our living brighter.
Consider that there is no end.
We live for something
much greater than we are:
in a pool full of swimmers with a longing.
Come – find me. I am dying for your touch.
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