Ruminating
A poem about how death feels uncertain
I have only knocked at death’s door a time or two
I didn’t know then what I think I know now
That death often feels more unwelcome than unwanted
A break from the ethos of a daily rut of routine
We know it comes for us all but we’re not sure how to greet it
It shall come but we have to think about how we die daily to things
Because when death comes it is not in that moment that we become something but in all the moments leading up to it
Wow…reminds me of the following passage, which “revels” in all the “moments leading up to it.”
“Nevertheless I am continually with thee; thou dost hold my right hand. Thou dost guide me with thy counsel, and afterward thou wilt receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but thee? And there is nothing upon earth that I desire besides thee. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.”
Psalms 73:23-26 RSV
I liked how you connected end of life with the ongoing decisions to “die” to things that face all of us. We choose to let go of them so we can devote ourselves to what and who is more important.
It occurs to me, that the better we do that, the more ready we are for die when our life has run its course.