
Every second
Every heartbeat
Every ticking of the clock
Counts down each hour
Until I stand upon
Eternity’s shore

Every second
Every heartbeat
Every ticking of the clock
Counts down each hour
Until I stand upon
Eternity’s shore
Breath by breath
Locked into time
Until hearts stop
Beats upon beat
RIP
Like wind in the tree
Vapor in air
Subtle, lingering scent
And as quickly they lived
As quickly they died…
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Today I went to a funeral of a child. A child so full of life and enthusiasm and joy. I cannot even begin to imagine what the parents are going through, how the pain in their heart will make each new day seem impossible. No parent should have to bury their child. And yet it happens. I have friends (more than one) who have lost a child. We are born into this life. And one day we will die. We are not told when or how. I try and teach my children this. Do not be afraid of death. Because it can happen to anyone at anytime. It is up to us to make each day count, for we are not guaranteed another. Peace be with you.
I cut off all the dead branches
That I was hoping would flower
Fruits to eat
I wept over the dead wood
Mourning the loss of that
Which was never or not
My tears watered the soil
That was dry from neglect
And through my sorrow
New branches formed
With life and vitality
Bearing fresh fruits
Sweet to eat
I dreamt my mother was drowning
She was already dead
I dreamt my mother was sinking
I tried to grab her head
I dreamt my mother was dying
I felt my panic rise
I dreamt I couldn’t save her
I woke to lonely cries
You were taken from me
Suddenly
One moment you were in my life
And the next
You were gone
Leaving me to cherish each dream
When I see you again
Always reaching
Never quite touching
At night when I’m alone
I can hear your voice
I can feel your spirit
And know that you are near
You are alive
For a moment
And then you are gone
Carried away
Like a light
Feather
In the wind