There is constant running thread,
Extending from time before time,
The only constant of proportion
To which all the ages align
The only event that no one
Can circumvent, be low or high,
The single thing binding us all
Is the fact that one day, we die.
It’s the fact that one day you will
Be shuffled off the mortal coil,
There will be that one moment when
Your body, soul, like water, oil,
Will peel away from each other,
One of this earth, and one no more
Belonging to the living but
Destined for far off fragrant shores..
And the other, disintegrate,
Return to ground and leaf and wood
Return to salt within the seas,
No longer rust and salt of blood
As I lay here in my love’s arms,
I cannot help but worry, think
Of endless possibilities
That end lives in less than a blink
So when you know you are finite,
Can you afford to leave to fate?
Isn’t a moment not loving
The same as moments lost to hate?
I do not know beyond today,
And cannot see beyond tonight,
As long as I love, I am loved,
I will go happily to die.
Not one of us can claim to have been left unscarred by death.
Whether it’s a sudden passing, a calamity with a sickening body count that you’re in the middle of, or just a pet… They all count. They all matter, and they all hurt. They cast a pallid shadow that can sometimes weigh over you even in the light of noon. Death has an existence, and it cannot be denied.
When we do accept this, accept the reality of our own mortality, how will that realization, that we are not eternal,, affect us? Will the shock of impermanence drive us to meaningless hedonism, or a reckless Carpe diem distortion of meaninglessness? Or will you seek the simpler immortality… that of love?
This is not a sermon, and I have nothing more to say, but that please, cherish every moment you get with your loved ones. Make sure that they know they matter, that you care. In each moment that you can, love, and be loved. We are not here forever.
My love to you,
For the Promptless- Gezellig