To Dust You Shall Return

Still a beauty

Yet I know that your lifeline has been cut

That though you still breathe

You already belong to death

You aren’t yet faded

But you are fading

And Time- he soon will leave your side

As you will in turn leave us

We who are now realizing

Between womb and tomb

We came from earth

Then to work the earth

Until we are buried in our precious earth

Now realizing that as we grow older

Our time is constantly growing smaller

We are all slowly dying

Arriving on hospital beds

Then leaving how we came

Frail, helpless, afraid

On a hospital bed.

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Boy and His Boat

In Jardin du Mail- I used to walk here to read, but now I find myself going home the long way so I can stop by the fountain and clear my mind. It seems as if this boy of around 9 years old had the same idea, except he brought a toy boat instead of a book.

Expeditious

"Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ." ~ 1 Peter 1:13

I'm Actually A Happy Person

The generation made only of skin, bones, and that which can be injected into the first So that we can make believe even after we’ve kissed adolescence goodbye We can play pretend Pretend that our reality is what we wish it were Though we should be holding back a bitter, abrasive laugh Should be finding it hilarious How we make believe our reality is one thing But through our actions we unceasingly choose to let our circumstances choose the shape and size of our world How we act as though it is only logical that our past should define our present But our present define our future? “You just don’t understand” As long as we aren’t drowning, we’ll let the ebb and flow of mundane living continue to wash over us, coming in, Now out, Rocking us gently back and forth Now suffocating Now letting us up to gasp for air A lullaby so patient, so constant We lose consciousness to the fact That we’re slowly drowning But so long as death doesn’t come before Friday,...

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