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Counting time like the beating of my heart.
I hear it pulsing within my ear each night,
Head upon my pillow, other quiet times.
What are my worries in the grand scheme,
Space and creation? A tiny mouse squeaks
Into god’s ear, infinitesimally tiny. Beggars
Our imagination, comprehension. Oh, well.
What else are we expected to think or say?
Far beyond our meager intellect. Far above
Our pay grade and we know it all too well.

I see you bridle, bristle, your face turns red.
Take a breath or ten, unless you plan to die,
Disprove my conjecture that worry’s useless.
Why hurry, death comes for all of us in time?
But no fell specter, simply a long-lost friend.
You must laugh, whether I’m right or wrong.
We’re all in on the joke, at the final curtain fall.
Sand sifts silently through the cosmic glass.
Fast or slow, measured by what we perceive.
We may tumble first, fall in the middle, or last,
Despite anything, you or I decide we believe.

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People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Unite the World!

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Heart Test ~ Philip Brent Harris