Darkness and Death

You call, your voice shaken.
A man your age has died.
A man you know and work with.
You'd just seen him not long ago.
Shared words and work.
Now, he is gone.
Another tragedy.

Seems like we can't escape this cloud of death.
So many gone in less than two months.
No forewarning except death being promised to all who live.

All who live.
Is this life? Is this the abundant life?
Living and dying in the span of a heart's beat.

This stench of death pervades life.
Garbage that wafts through the house we live in.
And we smell it daily.
Knowing we too could be one heart beat away from it.

Prayer requests uttered amongst fellow moms
sharing of family and friends with life threatening illnesses.
A death sentence whittling away their days.

It is the same sentence we all receive at birth.
Death promised to all who live.
The clock counting out beats and measurements of our lives.
Most of us unsure when the song of life will end.

Yet, onward we live.
With tears in our eyes and broken hearts at our sides,
we clutch to one another,
choosing life.

For what other choice is there?


Simon Peter answered Him, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life. We have believed and have come to know that You are the Holy One of God." {John 6:68}


In this broken,
death stinking world,
we choose life.


Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me." {John 14:6}


We choose Jesus
for on that first Easter morn,
He overcame death.

~ Dorie

A Small Post-Script: Dear Friends, I wrote this during the time it was happening, but have delayed publishing it to allow for the Lord's healing and comfort. Sometimes, some things are just too raw to be shared, and sometimes, we must wait for His healing to even place events in some sort of perspective. On Easter Morn, we will celebrate and find great comfort in His Resurrection, knowing that because He lives, we do too.

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