When we are young

We have an endless supply. 

Going for hours 

Without an end.  

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We believe 

We are invincible 

And that our days 

Will never end. 

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One day 

We learn

That too is 

No longer true.  

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We enter

A sacred space 

Between here 

And heaven. 

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A time that shows us 

What matters most is 

Presence. 

Love.  

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We do not 

Have to wait 

For a prompt like this. 

We can have it now.  

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Our days are precious. 

Never to be repeated.  

Let us draw near to one another 

Before we are called to 

Rest.