Mortality

Mortality

6/11/10

The pressing of the hands in rhythm on the prone man’s chest

is followed by a pinching nose and aid with rapid breath

On and on the deed is done until there is no hope

that a beat will resume in a now stilled heart – we are left to cope

With mortality

We fear to recognize the truth that we all one day will die

Our hearts will stop, our breath will cease, a final closing of the eyes

What then? we muse, we ponder; desiring that there’s more

than just the closing of the grave; we want, instead, a door

To a life that’s free from burdens, struggles, and the pain

that comes from living in a world that needs creating again

We have The Word that tells us, that when we finish here

There’s more to do, more to see, and more to accomplish there

Unencumbered by our mortal flesh, our spirit shall renew

With wonders unimaginable, with cosmic joys debuted

We fear the day that we shall die, it’s normal, I suppose

But mortal man – Immortal God – we often juxtapose

And we have the promise of the One who died and yet He lives

That we too will live outside of time - Eternal life He gives.