Crossing the Great Divide

Death is like a thief in the night.
We do not know when it will creep upon us
And claim our souls.

Unpredictable.
Or is it?

We all know there's an end to all this.
Sometimes sooner than we wish.

Are we not just role-playing in a choreographed dance
Of life and death?
We live. We die.
We live. We die.
An hourglass for each of us.
Some with lots of sand.
Some with just a few grains.
How mundane it can be
For the indifferent.

Yes, there may be an end to all this soon.

We LIVE.
We feel.
We laugh... cry...
dream... hope...
reminisce... suffer...
enjoy... endure...
choose... hate.
We LOVE.
A myriad of emotions.

And we meet our Maker.
The end is simply the beginning
Of a new life.

11.01.07
For you and your beloved