by Steve Tanham
And yours is no disgrace
Yours to arrive and not to know
To stand in the sun, un-named
And feel the sliding mountain
Falling behind and not know fear
At the sound of tiny pieces
Returning to their source
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Used…
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And yours is no disgrace
When used means filled with ‘lived’
Lost to recall, now, but singing still
Upon that shore
From which the new Sun rises
And hails a dawning song much like its own
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Risen…
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To greet the undisgraced and shining mote
Smaller than the last discarded piece
Bigger than the world that turns
But holding life, undivided
Within its outstretched hands
That reach and hold the flame
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Of Life within its life embraced.
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Caught up in the mundane, confused and frustrated by life’s complications, it was good to step aside and see life for what it truly is…
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Thank you, Jaye – and for the reblogs. A deeply personal one, this, as we’re on holiday in Cornwall with my mother, who has dementia, and is approaching the end of her life.
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So sorry to hear this, Steve…
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It’s okay; just a part of life. She’s 87 and still mobile, but we wanted and last set of holiday memories from her favourite place. We’re have a lovely (if wet) time x
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