Poem · Poetry

We All Die Our Own Way

We may wither and bend

like a broken flower,

close to life gradually

and fall quietly,

nourishing the life around us

as a life well-lived.

Or, we may get chopped down

violently, like a tree in its prime,

shaking the foundations.

How we die

is not up to us.

“I thought it would be easier somehow,”

said the patient.

One wonders if

the amount of presence we give to

the life we have now

informs and shapes

our own death, which waits…

It seems a courageous choice

to consider.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

2 thoughts on “We All Die Our Own Way

  1. The sungod (Mithras) on my left, and the moongod (Osiris aka Allah ) on my right, and Jesus aka Iēsous in the middle, confusion uncovered, it’s the same image, Iēsous mean hail Zeus, which was a Greek god, (paganism), but in the etymology of origins, “what is his name, and what is his sons name if thou can tell”, Yahuwah said, “I stand at the door and knock”, HALAL YAHUWAH, and ‪Yahuwshuwa‬ forever and ever it is so.

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