Aren’t we strange
little creatures?
We live; we die.
It happens that fast,
like a semicolon’s pause...
Estranged family, former friends,
& neighbors who never spoke to you
gather in an ornate funeral parlor
with sparkling chandeliers,
thick, soft, neutral carpet, and
black suited, paid employees.
Soft, morbid music is piped in...
Soon-to-be-dead flowers
are covering the fancy,
expensive, satin-lined coffin
in which your corpse is stuffed
wearing clothing, well, you would
never be caught dead in.
Why dress up corpses?
Put them in comfortable clothes!!!
Why are these people here?
To celebrate your life??
You’re dead. You don’t know
who’s at this gathering of gawkers.
Why, when you were alive, didn’t
they tell you of their love, friendship
and caring concern...and give you living flowers,
red Rose bushes & Blueberry plants?
Or apologize for the ugly scars
they inflicted on your tender
body, soul and spirit?
Why didn’t they speak
of their love for you or
once say sincerely: “Are you hurting?”
Or, “I’m sorry you are in pain.”
“What can I do for you?”
So few words holding such power—-
To the living, of course.
Have mercy, breathing people
with wildly beating hearts—-
Make peace with your loved ones
while they are still alive!
They will not see you or your
crocodile tears once they are
forever in that box,
buried in the
cold, hard,
eternally silent,
unforgiving earth.
~Marion
PSALM 69:29 (ESV)
let your salvation, O God, set me on high!
