Ramblings of Life as Seen Through Death
I haven't written anything in a very long time. I suppose I've been distracted in many ways--by the very same of which I am about to write. May these ramblings from a young girl much older than her age--who looks much younger than her age--prompt you to think about that which might just change your life forever....
A Free Verse Poem About Life and Death
Today I thought about things that matter. Most things we bother with in our day-to-day lives don't matter much at all--yet we devote our lives to such things. Why? Why do we put forth the effort, time, and energy into building for ourselves that which never satisfies--that which is here today and gone tomorrow--that which moth and rust destroy?
You believe in God, you say? You believe He will meet your needs? You believe in His goodness?
Then why do you live as if He's not there? As if He doesn't care? As if He is distant--angry--and left you to fend for yourself?
The life we live reveals something about our true beliefs. Say one thing--do another. What you practice is not what you preach. Haven't you heard that actions are louder than words?
Let your yes be yes and your no be no. We live backwards and inside out. We say what we don't mean and mean what we don't say. We put off to tomorrow what needs attention today.
Because the demands of this world are screaming. "Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!" This world offers what is expensive and meaningless--complicated and without depth. We were made for simple and deep--for something priceless and free.
The ones that get it are the ones that have died. I've read their stories. Word upon word of what matters there and how it matters not here. What matters here and how it matters not there.
Young ones--old ones--black, red, and white. Different races--from different places. And once they've looked back through death's doorway they say the same thing:
"What are we so busy doing that we forgot to live our lives?"
Striving. Toiling. Building a kingdom for ourselves that at the moment of testing will disappear in flames.
How do we live "in the world" and "not of it" and swim against the madness of more, more, more which gives you less, less, less?
The living grieve the dead--but the dead look back and mourn the living. They are not dead, after all. Just different. Aware. They see life through death's doorway and understand.
Wake up, oh sleeper. Awake!
It is time to take back your life. You weren't born for this--the world does not own you. You are not a machine. Life is not random and without purpose. You weren't born to be a slave to what you don't need.
Stop. Step back. Look--see--understand. This is your moment. You are not promised the next.
This is how SHIFT HAPPENS.