When Death Comes
This is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch. It's a fearful thing
to love, and hope, to dream,
And just, to lose
A thing for fools this,
Is a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your live's has lived in me,
your laughter once had lifted me up. Your word was gifted to so many even me.
To remember these things brings painful joy.
Yes a human thing, love is
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched deep inside me. To love life, is to love it even when you have no stomach for it.
Everything you’ve held dear to you, crumbles in front of you like a burnt paper in your hands, watching it burn feel painful.
When grief sits with you, and its a tropical heat its thickening the air ways, heavy as cleaner then the water on the lake, but
It fits for gills and there lungs;
when grief weighs you down like your own flesh only more
of it, an grief, you'll think
How can a body withstand this?
Then you'll hold life closer
between your palms,
no charming smile, no watery eyes, and you'll say, yes, I will take you there.
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