Mortality

Blog82:

A stranger asked me, “How much land do you need?”

I replied, “Not much.  Maybe, six feet long by 2 feet wide-
Enough to get me back down the ground!
One Great Book says, ‘from dust I came; to dust I will return’

“Do you believe it?” he inquired further.

There’s no reason why I shouldn’t or couldn’t.
I’ve seen mortality wrongly snatched, true!
I’ve seen bodies give up and fall.
So … when mine is done with its purpose and work
I am fine to lie down with princesses and paupers alike
Or I could quietly wander in other creative ways,”
I disclosed.
 
I give mortality its due thought.
It’s not with what I’d like to be concerned-
Nonetheless, I pause and ponder.
I don’t really have to think of it.
I ‘go with its flow’ so to say, and see it take its course.

I’d rather be surprised at how it moves me.
I’d rather be challenged at how it works with brain and heart.
I’d rather marvel at how it makes way for thoughts within to run.
I’d rather let it move and dance with all that constitutes my being.

Why think of the end while the blood streams gush?
Why think of the end while the heart pumps its vivacious life?

Have you heard?
Have you heard that ‘everything will be alright in the end’?
If the course of our mortality took a bump … a hitch … a snag
If the present were not ‘all right’
Then we could conclude, it is not yet the end of life.

I’ll sing, breathe, and live life for as long as I have its gifts!