COVID diaries - day unknown: without the honor of dying...
and just like that - the landscape of is becomes still-frames of was. time marches on. regardless the pull or push of our intention, days turn to night - years, into lives lived. and what of it - the journey? irrelevant decisions to alter course - choose uncharted avenues of travel. in the end, there is no option to digress. you will be what you have become. period. perhaps time spent more cognizant of implications - opportunities to observe. allowance to become crayons of experience - unconfined to paradigms of lines; posthumously reimagined - forgotten memories - redefined.
regardless the implication of never ending avenues of pleasure - sunsets to enjoy to infinity - unlimited opportunity for new and exciting relationships, there would also be unending resource of pain. a lifetime of saying farewell to those not cut from the same cloth of longevity. but most of all, the sadness that would come from always standing right outside the door to paradise. to only dream of eternity spent reunited with those travelers gone before.
no greater sorrow could there be,
than given the gift of life eternal without the honor of dying - to be reborn, unbroken - made perfect - heir apparent to glory - complete, for all eternity!
"...43 it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power;..."
[1 Corinthians 15:43 NIV]
unable to feel – fulfilled.
unable to – feel…
precariously balanced between what – is,
and what could be.
clinging to the threads of hope,
praying for – recompense!
where did it go – my reason?
i held it – oh so tight –
but my footing failed,
and i slid much too quickly,
into unsure – vast sea,
unmeasured depth,
of doubt…
how rudiment –
the concept –
what is – is,
yet what can be – most often,
is not…
my prayer – today;
if i’m asleep,
this life – a dream –
please wake me!
for there are things more frightening
than tigers,
and bears…
oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –
water-color compassion,
left ,
so conveniently,
out in the rain…
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Sunday, June 25, 2017
temporary condition - this thing called life. regardless the effort - despite the precautions - it will eventually end. there is positive connotation to the concept. imagine knowing you would never die. the anticipation of sunrise would be removed - just another in a countless succession of planetary rotations. what would it matter if you failed to reach the summit today - precarious mountain top of challenge ? there is always tomorrow. no hurry. no repercussions for failure. no disappointment for missed intention. and relationships. wow! no need to fill up each and every minute of appreciation as if it were your last. no obligation of limit - no paradigms of constriction based on restriction of temporary agenda. without the contrast of beginning, and end - what would define the intensity of investment? or would there be any at all?regardless the implication of never ending avenues of pleasure - sunsets to enjoy to infinity - unlimited opportunity for new and exciting relationships, there would also be unending resource of pain. a lifetime of saying farewell to those not cut from the same cloth of longevity. but most of all, the sadness that would come from always standing right outside the door to paradise. to only dream of eternity spent reunited with those travelers gone before.
no greater sorrow could there be,
than given the gift of life eternal without the honor of dying - to be reborn, unbroken - made perfect - heir apparent to glory - complete, for all eternity!
"...43 it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power;..."
[1 Corinthians 15:43 NIV]
of water-colors and rain
unable to feel – fulfilled.
unable to – feel…
precariously balanced between what – is,
and what could be.
clinging to the threads of hope,
praying for – recompense!
where did it go – my reason?
i held it – oh so tight –
but my footing failed,
and i slid much too quickly,
into unsure – vast sea,
unmeasured depth,
of doubt…
how rudiment –
the concept –
what is – is,
yet what can be – most often,
is not…
my prayer – today;
if i’m asleep,
this life – a dream –
please wake me!
for there are things more frightening
than tigers,
and bears…
oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –
water-color compassion,
left ,
so conveniently,
out in the rain…
