Life and death are connected so closely, in ways I cannot fathom
We must live with death because death and life are a part of each other.
Death is alive in the ghastly imprint left behind
A black fingerprint left called memory
Its like we stand on the dark side of the moon
The sun of true life held out of reach to our mortal eyes
A gift we long for and must wait for.
What we must look like from that other side of heaven!
Eyes eternally downcast and fretful
Our heads full of our earthly thoughts
Thinking it lasts forever
Not understanding 'forever'
Nor the One jangling the keys to infinity
Written: 05-28-2010
