Death comes to each at the appointed time. Not too soon, nor too late for those who wait. While Thomas stated “do not go gently into that good night,” it is only so each and every breath can be given in love and assurance of the holy spark within.
Death comes regardless of the hardware on the mantel. Both pauper and prince must surrender when Charon arrives. The ferryman accepts no ransom. The trip is destined, but darkness need not be final.
Death comes not to scare, but to accompany one to the next path, the new beginning of the longest journey. Traversing now can be laborious, the weight of attachments pulling at the ankles. Or it can be unfettered, with each step softly caressing the path. The choice is ours.
Death comes as hope when all else has failed, for one looks forward with anticipation to the next dream. For purification blesses each who slips into that dark night, where the grand reunion awaits and each is lost in love’s embrace
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
