the reality of death
June 18, 2009
Death sits as my enemy
It’s a constant reminder
Of my own powerlessness
When it comes I weep
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It is sudden and swift
It is like a tornado
We don’t like to think about
The reality
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I know that death is coming
With my head but not my heart
Somehow I think I will escape
Where do I get that
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I decided to face it
To turn and look death straight on
I’ll not live my life in fear
And miss the great joy
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Two kinds of death that I see
Physical and spiritual
What blinds people from seeing
Are internal lies
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Those lies must be confronted
And only you can do it
Be sure you get all the facts
You’re responsible
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Who is it that speaks to death
That’s what I wanted to know
I sought an authentic voice
Not religious talk
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We all have been hurt
I have tasted the injustice
Relationship betrayal
I grew up in it
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I decided I would stop
The cycle of death given me
The one my parents lived in
The questions began
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Each person has a story
That deserves full attention
Everyone needs to be heard
That’s what I believe
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Real conversation
Is what I need from someone
Who will listen and respond
And consider well
Understanding my story
And me understanding theirs
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written June 17, 2009
after a week with several deaths
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Your Story Matters 
Thank you. I appreciate your prose. I am powerless over the cycle of death. Thanks be to God through Jesus the cycle is broken. He is Life. He is Hope and Joy and Love.