Capacity. And then the fullness, the slowing the pace - a walk through the fallow field. Nothing can be done, they say. Life begins to outpace - to pass. As the quick we know - we know nothing, nor have we until death. All of life, cadence, potential and potency, relevant in time and tempo. We come; we go - tho one without the other would be incomplete. In life there must be all of it - there is death too. A greater capacity the spirit cannot know. I am not wasting, rather I have arrived. And tho my pace is slowing - life's cadence passing by - I am a force within. As I prepare some will say leaving - prefer to say goodbye - to a soul. Never wasted from birth to passing.
September 1, 2018
I wrote this passage in the last days of Father's life.
It was shortly after he recited the 23rd Psalm,
"...Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me..."
It was in that moment that I became truly present; truly aware that he was dying and it was the most profound moment of my entire life.
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