Death with Dignity

Death with Dignity? There is no dignity in dying. It is dissolution, Libation poured out, The empty glass. Dignity rests with the soul, Persists, despite soiled garments, Perseveres, midst death’s indignities. It clothes the soul in hope. Despite the tale the mirror tells. Dignity confronts our demons. It rises as limbs refuse us, To fly … Continue reading →

One Last Touch

Lord, You have been growing me. It’s been 75 years plus a bit, since my conception. All those years and not one day without love. Not one day without the play of wind, Or warmth of golden beam, Or sustenance given though unseen. Not one day without a kiss of sun, Or breeze, Or butterfly. … Continue reading →