Here in Baltimore people are dying all kind of ways. Forget coal mining, you'll never catch me down in a coal mine.
I'm trying not too look, so I close the book. But the book won't close, it's blasted on the evening news. Death is big reporting, so is the junkie snorting.
If it's not a natural disaster, it's human intention, or accidental cause, can we put dying on pause? Close too home it hits, around the world it never quits.
Seems like a way of life, along with other misery and strife. My seat belt is buckled tight, it's best to ride it out right. Pray that the problems be solved, ease the mind when not involved.
<can we put dying on pause?>
Nope! If the Angel isn't calling on your house that day...he's sure to be found at some other door. Better start thinking before it's too late,
i enjoyed your train of thought. when we are children, we believe that we become invisible when we close our eyes. perhaps as adults we never really outgrow that belief... i.e. if we don't look at it, it isn't there.
Yes, death seems like a way of life, along with other misery and strife these days. It has come to be accepted, unlike the old days when one would get shocked and terrified of death. Powerful reminder, Grady.
We have death all around us not just on battle fields or in the natural disaater realms we have it in form of abortions. over doses, gang murders, and of old age , broken hearts , lost minds we march through histories greatest time of spiritual warfare. Thanks for the rreminder in this one. light and humerous but packs a powerful reality punch.
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Nope! If the Angel isn't calling on your house that day...he's sure to be found at some other door. Better start thinking before it's too late,
Safi
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God bless,
Sandie.