Eulogizing
Death always takes us
Willingly or not
To the edge of this
This life we weave with determination
Gathering our fears, spinning them taunt and defiantly into beliefs, faith we call it
Constructing ideologies and routines to help us along the way
Wrapped in such fabrics
We protect and present ourselves
Whole. Secure. Saved.
Death always takes us to the edge
Willingly or not
Where we, stunned
Stand starring into abysses
Pelted by torrents made of one part anger and two parts fear
Shards rip us bare
Clothing us in our particular loss
Death always takes us to the edge
The translucent boarder of this
This being
Willingly or not
And then stands there with us in the void
Holding our hand
Until the unknowable breaks ...