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
Becoming and Beholding 
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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Beautiful! Mystical!
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