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00:19 mercy
The
more I learn better discerned ignorance greater than my knowing @
having a concern will I forever on spiritual training wheels be
unlike my now long dead son who I remember best seen arms folded
laughing through Rush Hour Traffic bicycle gliding innocent of fear
two wheels self guided
Of
my daughter @ I instant knew emergent her mothers womb witnessed
death inevitable a future never
I
have had & been held enthralled by Bigotries unconscious against
Wealth Serving @ hospice I came to a knowing explicit the
democracy of death revealed/experienced @ which all become equal
rich or poor then meek inherent & Those about to die teach me
best the value of living a humility Greater this preciously held
eternal Now inhabit
Grief
has haunted my life @ the moment of diagnosis then witnessing his
drowning last breath leaving behind bereft me & my hypocrisies
many The greatest follows I could not accept then the pain
lingering until now in suffering idolatry
It
is said that pain is inevitable But suffering is choice Merely
optional It is not so much that the pain of losing my children plus
many other things believed lost @ infancy onward Better said not
that I was infernally fearful I would never die & possibly rest
in peace but that my suffering would remain infinite forever eternal
unending
All
are equal @ the end regardless Monuments erected For in time all
Mountains are made plain as deserts & Those remembered are
never dead by they who traverse pain in life Courageous reconciled &
tempered by Joy having ever loved and been loved in return by The
Beloved gone forward
Transfigured bicycles & tricycles become solo sailing vessels @
life training wheels minus one a catamaran where previously I sailed
a trimaran Finally will I return to myself sailing singly a dingy
roughly proportionate a coffin upon my back unknowing where I'm going
@ night the stars blazing above and I once again returned to the
innocent trust of my course through eternity
@
the very very End my vessel aflame children returned embraced we
beloved of The Beloved a Norse Funeral Pyre & then
©2012
by
Jack Spratt, All Rights Reserved
“It
is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never
beginning to live.” --Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
