The human body is a marvel.
Blood flowing,
oxygen pulsing
lungs expanding.
Every single moment,
the human body
is at work.
At times,
illness lays
the body low,
injury renders parts unusable.
Yet,
time is the body’s greatest foe.
The human body
is not intended
for immortality.
A brilliant mind
continues to calculate
when the body is too weary
to rise.
Memories of mountain hikes,
skipping as a child,
running to a loved one
play on a loop
when one’s two legs
can no longer bear the weight.”
Aging is not gentle for the fittest of bodies.
Toward the end,
it is essential
to nourish the mind and soul,
for regardless the state
of one’s mortal vessel,
the heart remembers.
A Reading Life 
So much truth in this slice today. Time really is a foe in this context. I like how you nudge to keep the mind and spirit in shape. Good advice!
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I can feel the tension between the temporal and eternal in your poem. The starry title alludes to that as well.
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This is so very lovely. You have blended the descriptions of the wonders of our human bodies with the realization that they are not meant to endure forever. And yes, thankfully, the heart remembers. I’m also thankful for the “brilliant mind (that) continues to calculate when the body is too weary to rise,” and for His hands that will give me a new and improved home for eternity.
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