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 2 B 83

We count people, trees, even distance.

We count most anything that comes in numbers

We love counting our money, our loves, our whims.

Maybe  not be too eagerly, we also count our years.

In slow cadence of years, we count our time on earth.

For many, we count with anticipation and hope. 

But others do count with some trepidation

But due to inevitability we cannot do otherwise

Natal days then are marked with rapt attention.

Gleefully for others, but forlornly for some.

But what can one do to liven the result?

Simply that we align our lives to our purposes.

Only then counting amounts to any significance.

For then it means we are edging closer to eternity.

For the rungs climbed leadeth closer to home.

The home where counting ceaseth forever.