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living well,
it is an art.
life...
it comes to us
a canvas white,
but in the early
light of day
begins to add
the palest grays,
the hues from this
begin to change,
transforms in
colored shades
the joys,
the glories
and the pain.
painted in most
ardent strokes;
the boldest lines
from artist’s hand
from palette knife
his color band,
its composition
each displays
in full array,
the loving well
of ones we’re given.
though death,
it hovers
its distant border,
it frames life’s art,
and wraps its gift;
our words in ink
are painted black
our spoken love
in paper back,
cradles it
from dawn to dusk,
enables it,
displays for us
the life of it,
it adds the soul,
the why of it and
makes exquisite
art of it.
yes, even
this our end
explains the how,
the when to make
the best of it,
to live amidst
the zest of it,
and thrive though
when bereft of it.
that in the knowing,
and the viewing,
the vowing,
and the doing,
we behold
the wonder of it;
and we can say
while yet in
mortal frame...
we loved our best,
and gave the rest
...away!
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*post script.
the art of living well is all in the preparation... for our passing.
death, like a frame around life, makes it stand out in exquisite display; helps us to appreciate every life and every moment as art.
there is beauty in the desert... for suffering is not an absence of beauty, but an opportunity to understand love on a deeper level and behold the glory of the gift of life.
http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/03/how-to-recover-the-lost-art-of-dying-well-what-kara-tippetts-taught-us/
inspired by the reading, the hearing of Kara Tippetts life, her battle and her ultimate triumph. knowing her story is changing mine. there are many borrowed snippets in this composition, words, phrases and paraphrased thoughts.