Last Things

©Janet Henderson 2021

 If life be neither constrained by creeds

nor measured out by power of deeds,

it is both first and last relationship

as friends approach the common cup to sip.

If things held dear be not too small,

nor to petty jealousies in thrall,

then life's expanse extends beyond the known

treading paths and spaces not yet shown.

Breathe free, my soul, your last duty

to greet and own affinity

with every love-filled glance, inviting more

from friend and beast and god-beyond-this-shore.

©Janet Henderson 22nd January 2021