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Poems, Prose and Writings about death
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You cannot hurry death
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 – ode to a dying man
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