the
whisperings I’m hearing of then and now,
tell me the presence of my being is never far
from where I’ve been and will always be near to
where I will be
my fingertips have touched, and of days and nights
where my breaths have breathed and have shared
my heartbeats with those of whom I cared
here now in the quiet of my solitude, as I ponder,
cogitate and reminisce, celebrate this day, being
more fortunate than many, to have entered onto
a life long-lived, of three quarters of a century
hence I listen to the whispers in the wind, to the
voices and the lives of those whom and that which
came before me, as they speak the wisdom of the
Universe(s)…’all shall be well, for all will be what is
to be’
