A great poet once said
"You have never lived because you have never died"
It got me thinking about how
Dying is sometimes more than closing your eyes for the last time
You can die simple sitting
Letting your life pass by
Letting the life you could have
Take its bow and walk out your front door
You could die
Along with your loved one
Lying on their death bed
Little pieces of you dying slowly beside them
You could die
Wasting your time on
That person who doesn't value you
That only uses you for their pleasure
You could die
From a disease
Passed to you from that other
Who didn't have the courtesy to tell you
Death could meet you
Walking down the street
In the eyes of the vagrant
Begging for change in front of your favorite coffee shop
You might find death
In the eyes of a young girl
In a rundown brothel
Who's life has been stolen from her by money hungry owners
You might see
Death in the eyes of a woman
Who has been abused all her life
And can see no way to out and continues to take abuse she doesn't deserve
Or you can find a death that leads to life
In the arms of a God
So powerful and beautiful
That His presence in your life will help you, Truly. Live.
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