Near Horizons
You have your own horizon, and my dear, I have mine;
but whatever journeys we take towards our decline,
no matter how we see our end—that final box of pine—
I do not want my journey to be a narrow line.
There are so many hills to climb before that last recline.
A few surprises would be good. Adventures would be fine.
I have a few more lives to live before that number nine!
And when it comes––that time when I must meet with the divine,
it will do no good to fight it—to struggle or to whine.
I hope that it comes quickly as I lie supine.
The prompt today is horizon.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Stuck in Detroit. Please tell Juani. Arrive tomorrow 21st
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Pat are you staying someplace other than Casa Gaviotas? The gals upstairs aren’t leaving until Monday. xo J
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Done…See you tomorrow. I am so sick with amoebas today.. need to send someone for meds as I can’t leave home. What a greeting party, huh???
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Beautiful read! 🙂
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And a really stunning photograph with the beautiful poetry.
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The end everyone would like, except for unfinished business.
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Truly wonderful Thanks for sharing
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Beautiful poem and I could look at the pics all day!
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This one was actually taken on the Amazon River in Peru, Andrea.
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Sad but true…..
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