Imagining I am at your Door
of Death ~
for I believe our lives are fleeting
blips on a giant screen
vast landscapes of time ~
Yet, back to Dear Death (may I call you Dear Death?)
Now, I know you are the Great Equalizer,
since no one person can escape you.
I wonder, though, are you ever curious as to why we lack the fortitude to approach you?
Do you wish someone would talk with you
without feeling an all-encompassing dread?
Do you have a support system?
Do you ever get lonely?
Do you have a pet?
Enough small talk! Here I go ~
My burning question is:
How do I finish the following sentence
while at your Dear Death Door?
“I wish I had . . .”
What . . . What? What! Done what? Okay . . .
I wish I had. . .
Climbed more mountains
listening to the wind voices;
Scaled more trees
listening to the branches swaying;
more in the moment
and in silence
and listening to hearts beating.
I wish I had held
more loved ones
in silence and
I really, really wish I had taught
“How to be Alone in Silence”
to all my human loves;
And waged more peace
as a younger version of Fawn,
all while listening and
walking hand in hand
and listening to all.
we are truly alone when we finally meet you, Dear Death.
I want to tell you
it’s been comforting and meaningful
to have this chat with you.
I thank you for your
patience and understanding.
Please accept my apology that humans
usually don’t visit with you before they
absolutely have no choice.
This, I believe, is fear-based
and not a reflection on your character.
Goodbye Dear Death ~
I will come visit again and
perhaps we shall have tea.
Waging peace for our hearts, and yours,