light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ….
One day, some one will sit,
as I sit this day, reading an obituary.
Surprised, perhaps; saddened, perhaps.
One day, some one will sit,
as I sit this day, reading an obituary,
and wonder, as I wonder, about the
time left. Will wonder about the purpose
of life—specifically, his.
Will hear the geese overhead
and wonder about how many
more mornings he’ll have to
hear such sounds. Will sit watching
the second hand sweep around and consider
counting seconds forward—of course,
a futile act of no purpose other than
to suggest the parsing of time and the
finitude of life, even as he reaches
for one more sip of coffee that grows
cool in a mug that also holds
memories of other times and persons.
One day, some one will sit, as I sit,
and wonder about the sweet and bitter
shortness of his life, take a brief,
long, heavy breath and
smile.
—amk, 2013
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