Voluntas Vitae
by Christine Adams Beckett
The meaning of life? It lies
in the discovery of one’s own
bequest, a pearl in a shell,
an ability, a benefaction:
the willingness to refine it,
cultured, every shimmery layer
of opalescent nacre, held with
care, simply to be given away
with prudence to a worthy
steward, held indefinitely,
on permanent loan until passed
to another necklace, more precious
than Mikimoto. To be retained by
one, lacking recipient, is to grieve
like a lover with unrequited affections,
like a traveler without destination.
This is terrific Chris.
Nice work!
I’m sending you a book by my friend Lewis Hyde, on the same subject.
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Intrigued. Thanks Tom!