poem (triggers)

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Registered: 01-05-2004
poem (triggers)
Mon, 12-13-2004 - 4:14pm

Just wrote this today

we fight at every step, death
though it can be soft like baby's breath
or hot red quickness cometh

or like flame to moth - tranquility
attracted by nothing's neutrality
some by heaven's quiet unity

or cold as artic seas
never listening to pleas
of the dead the dying the diseased

some hope may bloom
just to whither so soon
upon life's weary loom

the weft and weave of our lives
we beg and call to God to justify
but in the end the dying still die

this is the path we all must pursue
we falter, and scramble, yet take our due
in the end, we all share life, too