The Last Bow
Here,
right now,
arrow spears,
testing our fears,
of life we hold dear.
The possibility
of slow death fatality,
question posed is direct and blunt:
are we yet in blissful calm tranquil
or shrouded in fear of oblivion?
Vicarious knowing of no avail,
at moment of final appraisal.
Our core determines how we sway.
Thought constructs all fall away.
We stand thus stark naked.
We cannot fake it.
What will it be,
bliss or fear?
Earth life
tests!
24-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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