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