Sometimes only silence
Can tell the stories we need
To welcome, collect,
For in the moment retained
The voice of reason appears.
Years chasing after
Things we cannot possess more
Than blinks of our eyes,
Acquisitions soon become
Clutter we must eliminate.
If we are so blessed
We awaken to realize
Love is the only
Treasure worth living, dying,
To maintain, eternal gain.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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