On Death

There comes a fascination with advancing years. A vantage point unique to view the shifting tiles of one complex mosaic made of overlapping lifetimes. Seeing all those lives, there are no words but those of wonder at an unvoiced challenge to relate, or to pronnounce design then shy away in impotence as science yields to mere mortality. Still, I keep returning for a look. I want to get to know this final act, try to build a friendship, and in a few short months or years to welcome its embrace. Already comes the news of its arriving...not the hour, But there is time remaining to spruce up a bit. A most illustrious visitor with one last gift is on the path, and no event preceding it can ever dim the splendor of its truth. ~