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You cannot hurry death It has its own time Its own season

Even when life is thin, frail and achingly hard You cannot hurry death.

Thin skeletal man Just a breath in a sheath of skin and bones

But still that breath continues In and out Measuring the last moments of life and being

How do we free ourselves from our painful caresses when they are exhausted and spent?

The soul valiantly Showing glimmers of itself, like a spark of light through a dense gorse bush of redundant bones.

How the soul must long to be free To rise up and fly again Unencumbered by the trappings of an ancient body

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

At some stage the call to freedom Must be heard and not resisted

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

Then when one abandons the thin thread of hope that binds the soul

Only then can the future Whatever that might be Open and blossom

Maxine Green

There is no need to say the words The heart beat is enough

There is no need to mend the future The past was ample and enough

There is no need to press the flesh When the souls beat together that is enough

There is not need when the beat of the soul is loud and clear There is no need…… it is enough

Maxine Green