Who commands the wind to blow?
Who directs the ocean tide?
How may I explain that my love is larger than myself,
yet fills no more than my beating heart?
There are only two things I own completely:
my courage and my fear, yet one tends to cancel the other out.
Instead of viewing death as losing everything,
I say it is me returning the dust and ash I borrowed.
copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney