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Oh, Lord,

Too many things

Are going wrong

And yet I’m here

You are here

Things could be worse

It always can be said

And it’s true

How precious are my things

Over someone else’s?

Well, they’re not:

Not to say that

I don’t count

Maybe it’s to speak

To the preciousness

Of things,

Which are not

But life, well yes, life

Matters

It’s what we have

And all we have when

We go to the other side

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So what matters?

Maybe nothing much

Except the spirit

Except that on this side

Of things,

There should be

So much less

Suffering

Especially the kind we can

Inflict on each other

Imagining

If we didn’t start so many

Wildfires

You know that most of them

Are human-made

You know

Amen

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