There’s a consciousness in living
That endears life’s simple hours
And the secret of its treasure
Does not lie in mystic powers
There’s a consciousness in living
That keens both the heart and mind
To the gift within a moment
And the brevity of Time
There’s a consciousness in living
That makes sacred every breath
And enriches what we’re holding
It’s the consciousness of death
Janet Martin
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