Do we sense our own demise,
Avoid that last surprise?
Or fight until the last,
Defiant to death’s grasp?
Refusing to give in
Expecting we can win?

Is there peace in letting go,
An eternity to know?
Do we return again,
The price of past-lived sins?
And those we leave behind
Will we someday re-find?

Do we march from birth towards death,
Or is it love that we perfect?
And in passing turn to seed,
Or release our spirit free?
Eternity sounds nice
And cheap if life’s the price.


© Michael R Wood 2002

The questions that we ponder. Issues that disturb our minds or liberate our souls.