No One Cheats Death

Everyone dies at the appointed hour
   No one dies before his time

Bus crash kills 34 students and driver
   Lone gunmen murders 17 in high school
      No one cheats death

No one dies before his time
   Everyone dies at the appointed hour

We cannot part the curtain
   Nor can we fathom the unfathomable
Ineffable His Ways, shrouded in Mystery
   Vision-less, our tears of Misery

Everyone dies at the appointed hour
   No one dies before his time
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Kiser Avatar
April 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM
I believe this to be quite true. Well done.
Wolf Avatar
April 18, 2019 at 4:36 PM
I believe it too... Our D.O.D. is foreordained; only the method/circumstance of its execution is unknown ('till it happens). Grim, but true. : gw
Krutsinger Avatar
April 17, 2019 at 12:45 AM
I do believe our death is determined well before we arrive, as I have thought I was definitely DEAD only it did not happen. Over and over. Three times at least; I have no idea why I am still around. But I will keep going, and doing my best until the end is "not the end" but the flesh end. Your poem is a great reminder, it is not up to us!
Wolf Avatar
April 17, 2019 at 11:48 AM
The line between death and life is a fine one, indeed! May you stay on the oxygenated side of it for a long, long time to come, Caren!! :) gw
Cunningham Avatar
April 16, 2019 at 2:08 PM
Interesting one Gershon, It's said that our deaths are already decided, hopefully not too soon. Tom
Wolf Avatar
April 16, 2019 at 8:19 PM
We can only hope!!! Thanks for the view and the viewpoint, Tom! :) gw
Andresen Avatar
April 16, 2019 at 1:57 PM
- You're right, Gershon ... but, a tragedy or murder is human determined ... - No God would allow murder - hugs and happy Easter // Anne-Lise :)
Wolf Avatar
April 16, 2019 at 8:19 PM
Thank you for the profound comment, Anne-Lise. I can only state how I see this conundrum: G-d sets the date and appoints the hour/the moment. Then somehow it's all carried out by us mortals. So, the tragedy is executed by humans, but the reckoning is G-d's...
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