Death is not a
preamble
it is not a
transient depot
on the way to
glorious eternity.
Death is not a
bit of
unpleasantness
to be endured
briefly
as the soul
continues its ethereal journey.
It is not
complex,
it is not
inexplicable,
it is as simple
and straightforward
as the final
song of an aged sparrow
as it falls from
its tree
into the waiting
earth and
quickly
transformed into its carbonaceous parts
to feed the
earth and continue the cycle.
Life is the
wondrous malady
we all share
that will
inevitably take
its departure.
We are the
transient exemplars of
our species that
requires
our individual
deaths so that
it may live on.
No comments:
Post a Comment