The tributes were given away last Monday. I stood in silence most of the time near the exit door away from all the parishoners. Sudden deaths are never easy to overcome. The blankets of despair could be felt through their words. Standing upright with my crooked spine hearing the good about my friend who lay in the Tarheel blue casket.
The way I see it in the never ending saga of life is the final moments for each of us ends with a burst of energy straight from the doorsteps of God. The hand reaches down and BOOM we are no longer a part of the game. All breath and life are taken from our body and given up, leaving a carcus for everyone around us to stare at. Brutally true. The pain we all are dealt. The thoughts that are left to be examined are just pieces to the puzzle of craziness. I sometimes mourn those I have lost in weird incoherent prayers I mutter under my breath. Strange but true. I have lost my fair share of people in this life and I am sure that the world belongs to no one of the flesh. We are all operating on the Maker's terms. One fail swoop it can be taken away from us. All the money, cars, women, none of it really matters. All of that gibberish is just blocking our lives from the trueness of God. Give me that lifeline and let me try crossing the river.
Clarity was never in my head. It had eluded me for 29 years. Until recently I actually found the meaning. Peace through solitude is what I am talking about. I am confident that this little journey will take me to some place in my mind away from the weeping and suffering. It is true, so true.
Life blinks and then its time to take the stage.
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