Carry no purse, no haversack.
Salute no one on the road.
We are all on our own worried rack.
Carrying our own ever shifting load.I was at Mass today dreaming.
And I felt a twinge in my heart.
What if I had died just then , falling .
The end of everything , no new start.

We’re so obsessed with living.
We don’t think enough about dying.
But it may come at any moment , the final ending.
No more worrying , never again starting.

After just a few years will we even be missed.
Or even, we fear,not enveloped in spiritual mist.

……..

If our heart can stop
From one moment to the next
Why worry at all.

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See Luke 10: 1-9