One sees its paradigms But one may Understand it, Or Understand it not, He can change nothing.
We have experienced it,
The ever-thinning thread between Life and Death,
We have all marveled at it,
Because we know,
We don’t hold the blade.
But the situations we face,
Not Chance, Planned,
By HIM,
We know,
We don’t hold the blade,
HE does.
Sorrows and Hate appear,
Suddenly they grasp you,
And maroon you on an isle of Distance,
From the World, the Joy, The Laughter.
Only Depression and Sorrow your companions.
A Matter not of Strength but of Endurance,
One only has to last,
For the Night must give way to the Day.
It is the end but it is not.
The Beginning of new life
But for those who died in Life’s Midst
or
The beginning of new death
For those who didn’t
The choice belongs to us,
The choice that spans a lifetime,
whether long or short
That choice,
Life.
There is
laughter one instant, panic the next,
Life
The choices
we make, Ours,
We Laugh, We
Love.
Death
We Think
We all see
it…
March 5, 2011
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