The crawl of fear,
of losing, is close. It licks me,
as if I am a salty wound. Everyone dies.
But lately, I am aware
of Life all around me
healthy or otherwise.
Tiny birds are singing a sonnet, high up in the tree.
Cancer cells are growing inside a dear old friend.
Dementia and life-stealing pain overtake a sweet elderly neighbor.
Depression and anxiety crush the once glowing spirit of my child
Meanwhile I cling
to sanity, to sobriety
and to Faith, there is Peace.
We are all dying,
and yet without the thought of imminent loss,
of the Ultimate loss, death
we haven’t appreciated our life as a gift.
Won’t you choose to live?
Choose joy in the midst of sorrow and grief?
Choose peace when hope seems dim?
Yes, fear circles around me like a flame, curling and
enveloping me in those early morning hours when
fear wakes me with a vice grip on my heart, blood pulsing.
Aware, that I am alive.
They are bitter, these days and nights. Acrid, this
of life. Pungent,
and in this Pain,
there is a Holy Awareness.
Life’s aroma is sweet.