It’s the moment I’ve always imagined was a little ways off
But with a long life
and falling through more and more branches of the wellness tree
I can see that it’s not as far off as I once imagined
We’ve all lost family
close friends
and people we’ve admired throughout the panorama of our lives
Yet when I hear the news
it always seems too soon
and I’m surprised
but then again
not really
they were my age
maybe younger
But somehow we cope
If ever so differently
and we get through it
the mourning
the farewell
and the what happens after part
With each mortal absence
I find myself contemplating life
then unpacking the question
What’s it all about
And with that come these meaningful nuggets
That time is undone as quick as a wink
and vanity’s fire
that too
That it is far better to posses the grace of the poor
than face the imprisonment of great riches
That the harvest of life on this earth will stem only from the seeds of love I have planted
Everyone of us has their turn
to saddle up with the rider of that pale horse
So with great deference to my friends and respect for there views
this is my personal submission
whatever is left for me of this life
I shall desire to keep losing myself in the faithful arms of an unfathomable God
and if that sovereign belief be foolish to some
would that I suffer the mercy of fools
A poem by Greg Nelson
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