Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Tuesday Novmber 2, 2010--Not Ready or Never Ready Poem

Regardless of how much we try,
To be prepared.
When death calls,
It's always such a surprise,
We are not ready,
And perhaps we will never be ready.

There is no need to linger here,
It is universal,
Death comes as a surprise,
We are not ready,
And perhaps we will never be ready.

There is something human to long
For eternal life.
But life is limited,
Death is a blessing,
We are not ready,
And perhaps we will never be ready

But wait...what if we greeted Death
Each morning,
And said goodnight to him
Each night?
Would he become our companion?
And no longer surprise us at his presence?

6 comments:

  1. smiles. an interesting proposition...perhaps then we would not see him as the enemy...

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  2. Death is just as much a part of us as life. If only we could embrace it, as well.

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  3. I both like and disagree with your conclusion. But, I certainly like the manner in which you pulled me in and continued to draw me even further.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Wow, this is wonderful, so thought provoking.

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  5. Yes. So true. Beautiful, my friend.

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  6. apt words.
    well done.

    Happy Wednesday.
    you rock.

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