When Death Has Died
What happened, my love;
where have you gone;
do all futures reside above;
or shall the past live on?
Life is a most perplexing condition;
its ebb and flow; a mystery;
circumstance brings forth attrition;
eternity becomes mere history.
Life is a story; a movie; a play;
its landscape is merely a stage;
life is the book; we read each day;
we’re actors; turning each page.
We act as tho we have consequence;
anchoring all hopes on the past;
eventually all die from circumstance;
nothing that breathes may last.
I presently live in the kingdom of death;
where graves become a womb;
only death, himself, has a last breath;
new life; flows out of the tomb.
I look for love; but love is now gone;
oh where did you go; my dear;
consciousness is when love grows strong;
and the presense of God draws near.
I shall abide in a world without end;
righteousness shall be my guide;
my love shall return; my eternal friend;
when death, itself, has died.
Monty 11/25/24. # 2,467