Final Expectations
When I’ve drawn my final breath
and fall into the arms of death,
I’ll tell my life I’m through with it.
I do not give a single whit
for what becomes of all those things:
poems and paintings, bracelets, rings.
I mop my soul of all such whims
to rise free of my earthly limbs
on wings of whatever is left
to give my being lift and heft.
What if those things I’ve striven for
have merely been a bottom drawer?
What if it opens to set free
whatever there is left of me
and there is nothing else inside?
What if the whole of me has died?
What part of me is made to last?
Have I an essence that’s more vast
than accomplishments, adventures, things?
Some remainder that will give me wings?
Is there woven within me
something that will be a key
that will unlock the galaxy
that’s sleeping in the heart of me?
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wouldn’t we all like the answers to those questions – without going through the dying part first!
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Yes. The ultimate in curiosity, literally and figuratively.
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So beautifully written Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje. I hate to keep harping on the “end,” but it seems as though the prompts keep pushing me in that direction.
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Haha! Yes, that’s the case for yesterday’s/ today’s prompts
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Nice.
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Wonderful wonderings and questions to which I doubt anyone has answers. But so beautifully written!
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Thanks, Marilyn.
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You’ve captured these questions we all consider at some dark time or other. This is a lovely poem.
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I particularly like “What if those things I’ve striven for / have merely been a bottom drawer.” How much are our lives like our junk drawers?
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To me, as well, a vastly real and present wondering… what next? What now? Whatever that turns out be, is fine and well and good with me. Or so I tend to dream it be… For how lovely to have been allowed to be a poet/dreamer for awhile in this moment here and now, on this planet, in the spell of other dreamers, and thus, fulfilled, beyond imagining…
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Absolutely, Glen. So lucky to have been born and born in the right place for us.
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And so glad to have shared in some of your dreams and poems.
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