Lived

The summer night is waning

And all is said and done

Another sailing into port

With the setting of the sun

Above, the sky, a sea of gold

Below, an earth of stone

The morning’s new is now night’s old

Another block’s been sewn

One thing to know before I lull—

Did I use each breath?

For if I truly gave my all

Then there is nothing left

And God can write upon my chart

Tomorrow’s orders plain

Not muffled by a half-done heart

But clearly ordained

-Petra 

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