The future is viewless, that undiscovered mystery, at the Cocks crow will death’s lifeless wings be felt with the morning sun. No one wants to know of ending things, not even those who carry around a wasted body, and feels the human resistance to the pain of taking a breath. Mostly sorrow is the course of life; life is the soul in combat with death.
Does one hide behind curtained windows to keep the world from seeing dying eyes, face is not longer bathed in the dew of morning, it is filled with furrow’s, brown and leathery, the wisp of snow frames the landscapes of the face covering the bright colors of youth. A world lies outside; one that gave birth to many and one that will soon be forever gone to those who pass on.
The aging prays for a calmness not know in youth, it needs to grow and know peace before the spirit takes flight. If you embrace life it will be all too clear, live it as best you can in those waning years. Like the Moon, Sun and Stars strength of mind and essence of the Earthly-Self take their place in Heaven’s magnificent Sky.
Peace and Love