WHAT IS DEATH?
What is it about death that can make the strongest man weak and the
determined, confident woman weep.
We look at death as an end, but too
many it marks the beginning maybe as
an infant, maybe as an adult. Like the
pimple-face acne of a baby, or the
pimple-face acne of a teenager, we can all
hope to see the age spots of
an old man or woman. This is what some of us
try so desperately to hide
- to conceal by the stoke of a
brush through
make-up, or the fine prick of a needle.
Death.... it is a word that has both
the meaning of beginning or end.
How can we even purse our lips to say this
lonely word that many see
only one single, dark color - why
do we wear it
among the weeping living souls of a non-breathing human -
it has the clarity
of a belief of no ending, like looking into the
bottom-less pit of a hole or
dark never
ending tunnel.
Some will grasp hold of this work and it will
tightly bind our flesh,
and others will run hoping to escape the inevitable
clutch it will
indeed have on our being.
Death.... maybe if we say it
enough we will think it easier to face. We
believe in God, we believe in
the power of God, but death for each one
of us is simply as easy as looking
in a mirror.
Death.... is our face to face.
©2016 Massy's Mouthful
