Remember death.

Think on it.
Hold it.
Cradle it.
Rock it like a baby,
to sleep.
Until your arms get tired.
Or, if you love Brad Paisley,
as she falls asleep,
when she’s laying on your shoulder
and your right arm,
is tinglin and numb.
That level of “being with”.
The worlds fade away
and nothing matters, but the heartbeat.

Will you remember
that thing:
5 minutes, 5 hours, 5 days,
5 weeks or 5 months from now?
At its year anniversary, or five-year,
will it be a blip, a bump or a bomb?
Spend the energy accordingly,
and let the rest go.

Remember death.

We all will meet her,
and rarely as we think.
So few,
get the bedside surrounded
by ones we have loved
to say our orderly goodbyes.
Most oft its wrenching, unexpected,
fading, or without regard.

Don’t wait.
Say the thing.
Write the note.
Run the race.
Jump into the waterfall.
Leap across the abyss,
shouting “HERE, I AM”.

Be who you are.
Love deeply.
Care greatly.
Hold lightly.
Hug tightly.

Remember death.

Posted on February 19, 2025   #100