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===Poems, Prose and Writings about death === | ===Poems, Prose and Writings about death === | ||
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+ | This is an area where we can share writing that has helped us. Please go to the forum and post a poem, piece of prose or writing which could be helpful to others. | ||
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+ | ==You cannot hurry death== | ||
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+ | You cannot hurry death | ||
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+ | It has its own time | ||
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+ | Its own season | ||
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+ | Even when life is thin, frail and achingly hard | ||
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+ | You cannot hurry death. | ||
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+ | Thin skeletal man | ||
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+ | Just a breath in a sheath | ||
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+ | of skin and bones | ||
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+ | But still that breath continues | ||
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+ | In and out | ||
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+ | Measuring the last moments | ||
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+ | of life and being | ||
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+ | How do we free ourselves | ||
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+ | from our painful carcasses when | ||
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+ | they are exhausted and spent? | ||
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+ | The soul valiantly | ||
+ | Showing glimmers of itself, like | ||
+ | a spark of light | ||
+ | through a dense gorse bush of redundant bones. | ||
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+ | How the soul must long to be free | ||
+ | To rise up and fly again | ||
+ | Unencumbered by the trappings of an | ||
+ | ancient body | ||
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+ | And yet there is a deep affection for | ||
+ | being here in this world | ||
+ | A place we know | ||
+ | People whose lives have touched us and | ||
+ | who we have touched | ||
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+ | At some stage the call to freedom | ||
+ | Must be heard and not resisted | ||
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+ | At some stage the shackles of the body can be | ||
+ | sloughed off | ||
+ | Like a snake losing its skin - | ||
+ | too small | ||
+ | too itchy | ||
+ | and | ||
+ | not fit for purpose | ||
+ | anymore | ||
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+ | Then when one abandons | ||
+ | the thin thread of hope | ||
+ | that binds the soul | ||
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+ | Only then can the future | ||
+ | Whatever that might be | ||
+ | Open and blossom | ||
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+ | ==There is no need – ode to a dying man== | ||
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+ | There is no need | ||
+ | to say the words | ||
+ | The heart beat is enough | ||
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+ | There is no need to mend the future | ||
+ | The past was ample | ||
+ | and enough | ||
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+ | There is no need to press the flesh | ||
+ | When the souls beat together | ||
+ | that is enough | ||
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+ | There is not need when the beat of the | ||
+ | soul is | ||
+ | loud | ||
+ | and clear | ||
+ | There is no need…… | ||
+ | it is enough | ||
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+ | Maxine Green | ||
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