As every flower fades and as all youth Departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth, Blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor, Be ready bravely and without remorse To find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force For guarding us and helping us to live. Serenely let us move to distant places And let no sentiments of home detain us. The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces. If we accept a home of our own making, Familiar habit makes for indolence. We must prepare for parting and leave-taking Or else remain the slave of permanence. Even the hour of our death may send Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces, And life may summon us to newer races. So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
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This poem is edgy like a Bukowski look into death. Don’t fight change. Don’t expect permanent. Life summons us from one stage to the next... even at the end of this earthly stage. It isn’t death summoning us when we shuffle off this mortal coil. It’s life summoning us to next stage. Faith is believing in stages of development under development from Cosmic Forces--life. There is no death. I like it. Don’t get too sentimental about home, about permanence.