In my youth I found it illusive and mystical
like the moon on a clear night.
It’s not a great feeling saying you know it’s pull for some
and the fear of it,
a gripping one for many others.
It does not seek only the fools
or the weak.
All fall ,
when the Maker calls
and the time comes for everyone
when it knocks on your door.
A mercy for some
and for the living
a loss forever more… Death can be sweet
in the arms of a partner
who has known you a lifetime or not.
It could be lonely
and painful in a clinical room
filled with machines and endless beeping.
Nevertheless, I’m glad I’ve seen and know it,
yet I’ll never fully want to embrace it
just quite yet…
Who could when the lossing and letting go is the hardest to bear.
When the time comes,
may it be near or far.
May i not fear it but see the endless possibilities of eternal greatness with those whom I love.
Death will take me one day… but for now
let me live.