The Volume Is Constant Poem by Francie Lynch
The Volume Is Constant
We can cry rivers,
Sweat buckets,
But never add an ounce
To the earth's volume.
We can salivate over sex,
Express our fluids of desire,
But we'll not add a milliliter.
Jesus knew this so well:
Don't worry!
So spend tears of joy;
Embrace the sweat of work and sun,
Cleanse our bodies,
Accept the known and unknown,
For we'll not add one day
Fretting and pacing
Over our human condition.
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4/24/2024 10:07:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If Solomon wrote poetry instead of proverbs, this is what it would look like. Well, I guess similar to Eccesiastes, but more poetic like this. Excellent, and full of insight.