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Mortal Frame

It's in this very frame in which I dwell,
resides the essence of mortality.
While vibrant life invigorates this shell,
no limit of my time and strength I see.

In youth, when one is faced with a close call.
of finite life, a shadow shows its face.
We suddenly may see, faced with the wall,
our temporary spot in time and space.

Youth, by its nature, with the punch may roll,
eternity's view grasp, or pass it by.
May I, with gentle cherish of my soul,
embrace the truth by which to live or die.

Grant, when enough this mortal path I've trod,
I may reach out and clasp the hand of God.

04/21/2014 Carol Welch
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