Wednesday, February 04, 2009
we struggle with death, all of us do. but death, may not be that simple, it may be a descriptive term, a suggestive word, or a definition of things to come. death, can be figurative, or can be thought of for what it really means.
when the shadow of death befalls, even us who struggle, who fight against it feel the pain. the near-hopelessness, the coldness of it's touch, or death's presence. but sooner or later, we find that it has become our acquaintance, instead of fear, we know how to identify it's coming. for we are also beings of shadow. for from the shadows, is the only place where no one really knows what you're doing. no one really understands, and no one really can predict.
yet, we hope, we wait, we pray, we endure. even as the pain threatens to kill us all. we work against it, towards hope. towards that singular hope that it will turn out alright. that miracles do happen.
As Dusk Falls
2/04/2009 12:06:00 PM
