We die to the living,
and live with the dead,
and much more is understood
than can be said.
So we, ensouled as lumps of clay,
Spirits enfleshed for now, today,
Embracing every brief delight
Releasing, then, into the night,
Dance, we dance, through all the strife
That keeps our souls apart,
We mend within the dance of life
These holes within our heart.
The veil between the worlds
of life and death
time and eternity
wears thin. Sometimes, a hole appears
and someone we love
steps through.
That hole is our connection
because it is in our hearts
in that emptiness
that eternity calls to us
and invites us also
to step out of time.
A day like every day
Dawns, filtering the tentative dew
With misty sunshine. Something new
May come our way.
Another morning brings a choice
Wherein new comforts face old fears.
The sparkling days confront the dreary years;
Hope and struggle in harmonious voice.
Death walks with me today, like every day.
It stalks, perhaps, or offers sage advice.
It’s one of many, or perhaps, my only day, this slice
Of life, today, this glorious day.
Once upon a time a certain ogre decided he wanted something new for dinner. Now his usual fare was your basic beef, mutton, venison or bear with snacks of chipmunk and squirrel; but he started to wonder about the rare delicacy he had once heard a great-uncle rhapsodize about, namely “human”. (more…)
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