We take our morning walk along the beach,
broken sand dollars, shattered shells,
the strand strewn with unmourned mortality,
Endless sea and sand will one day vanish
with yesterday’s sand castles lost to tides.
What I have learned from daily loss
changes my longing for the next world
to looking as an ardent lover at this one.
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ardent, ardor: words not often used today.
I did not choose ‘ardent’ as a ‘poetic’
sounding word, but as the exact word,
defined as the ‘fire of passion’ also
suggesting lasting love and devotion.