Jeweled Breadcrumb #29 : thinking about dying
And right there, right then, I see the mysterious, ultimate reality. Although her body has served it’s season, the bright ember of her Spirit knows nothing of it, and she will never die.
hail to mourning’s cheer lament
grand passage of an aeon spent
like evening’s stone wall, glowing heat
submits to dawn’s rose mist, repeats
spark’s endless ripple, rounds to go
from living death to dying glow
departing man unties his robe
slips through time’s warp, unfettered goes
candle adorning midnight sky
soul ember turns, dark beckons light
death flies beyond his neighbor’s doors
lends no ear to grave mourner’s calls
when all existents pass him by
he whispers no remorseful cry
lets stillness set her mourning lace
and footless shadows turn to face
unmasked mists of evening’s ghost
call dawn exultant to her coast
though i must tread to evening’s tide
from midday muses i’ll not hide
nor in shrill flare of mournings’s voice
lament the fare of turning’s choice
hail to the living and the dead
soul’s sole ember glowing red
Breadcrumb
Lately I have been thinking a lot about dying. Partly because it is February and leafless trees and broken grasses leave little room for doubting humanity’s demise. Another part is politics, with customary ways crashing and toes creeping to the abyss. And then there are the calls from friends succumbing to callous cancers and merciless moments. I must keep reminding myself, life does not end, it merely continues in the endless cycle of change. For if life is anything, it is change, eternally becoming.
My neighbors’ yellow lab is dying, though by all accounts she does not know it. There is something precious in her innocence. Though she sleeps more these days, when I call on her for our daily walk, like a cannon she explodes from the front door, a crazed pup bounding up the driveway. And right there, right then, I meet the mysterious, ultimate reality. Although her body has served it’s season, the bright ember of her Spirit knows nothing of it, and she will never die.
Thank you for reading these words,
written by grace and the grit of a real human being. Debra Asis
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