All that is will be,
This life was never meant for me,
I took my miscarriage son's place,
in this great spiritual race,
what could he have been?
wise, judicious or saintly?
but no I took his place,
being down here is miserly and leaves a bad taste.
Does none of us ever ask what is left for me?
when time is so boundless and set itself free,
pray for all that is,
that we may not take the place of one another.
but be true to ourselves,
and love one another.
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