a good poem for departure day
To feel, to feel, to feel.
Failing that, why live?
Might as well be a coffin
Drifting on a gray flood.
“The feel of not to feel” —
That counts, too.
Anguish is one clear
Sign we’re still here.
But we all need help.
The beloved’s there,
And the world also.
And then there’s the Book.
Poem after poem, song
Upon song. And all
With the same chorus:
“Wake up, you’re alive.”
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