Our life is an offering.

Can you feel the urge to offer more?

Unoffered love is our suffering.

Our ungiven gifts clench as stress

Relaxing as now frees the gift our love wants to be.

You and I are love’s means.

This moment is our offering.

We will die fully given,

or we will die ungiven,

still waiting.

Now is our chance.

Let’s be rude together,

like lovers at a funeral,

touching each other wide open

amongst the straight faces,

laughing our fullest offering of love

for the sake of the dead

and the still waiting.

David Deida