One Gray Day in April
You walk past each other,
Each on your own mission,
Never stopping to say “hi”
Or even flash a friendly glance
That says “I hope today treats you well
A Dialogue on Love, Life and Death
Ominous, relentless and permanent are probably the three words most apt in describing the term death. And, almost as if out of a storybook, it somehow communicated to me the value of life.
A Beautiful Example of Death
As a Gerontologist, Master of Social Work Candidate and a front line worker in long term care, people always ask why I think death can be a beautiful experience. I see the beauty. When someone is ready to pass, or they believe something or someone is waiting for them in another life, there is often such a sense of joy that emanates from them, even if they are in physical pain. When surrounded by a group of family, friends and loving staff, all celebrating your life, how can your death not be considered beautiful?
Eyes
He stared into those eyes like a little boy. Curious. Perceptive. Wondering with an imagination so vast that it knew no bounds, only mysteries. Millions of questions danced in his mind, waiting, ever so impatiently, for someone else to answer them.
The eyes were like orbs. Glassy and round, deep like pools. A haze covered their face, a mist billowing slowly across the dark round holes. They told a story, one which ended in nothing but emptiness. One he didn’t want to hear. Didn’t want to know.
Star Freckled Sky
you and I were born beneath
the same star freckled sky
and though we’d look the same to someone else
I can’t believe their eyes
