IF I CAN LIVE

IF I CAN LIVE

Sunrise in Puerto Vallarta, pix by Hal Edwards

If I can live
into the face of
living and dying
into my final breath,
and into death itself,
with
every amend made,
every prayer prayed,
every inner idiot embraced,
every debt paid,
every relationship healed,
every opposite integrated,
every imperfection owned,
every gift offered up,
then my act of dying
is an offering of love
which can never perish.