As I wander through the latter years of life a stranger inquires Who are you? Where have will and want taken you? Why do you continue, curious lost among the many mirrors?
Do you know how rare your life is . . . how bright a jewel in the tiara of heaven? Don’t imagine a single facet dimmed or breath held back.
Please, as you pass let me hear a shout or cry or whisper. Don’t let me miss you.
Please please wake.
© Karl W. Frederick 2015