A marriage to grief
A Black Attire Wedding
Foolish lies the man who wanted something more
Restful lies the man who asked for nothing
One of many great mysteries
Time and time have we questioned it
and in this restless questioning
We found nothing
So we made an imaginary man in the sky
and we gave him many names
and we said that we came from him
and return to him
and we created stories
Just to ease our minds
and relieve us from curiosity
But I’m married to curiosity,
and I’ve found faith
and it wasn’t in prophets
and it wasn't in some all-knowing being
It was in the mortality
the fragility
and the unpublished stories
of flesh and blood
I will tell you something
and I will say it in love and not to worry.
If I have loved you, I have pictured your funeral
and if you have loved me, I have pictured you at mine.
It’s a bizarre contradiction, but we are both dying.
Always.
But no, it's nothing to worry about
because we are all born with purpose.
and to have purpose is to be.
It's as simple as being.
And in this being, there lies a soul.
tightly sealed wrapping
ready to be opened
on another
Christmas morning
Oh, death. Oh, sweet relief.
There were days and weeks and years
where I prayed to know you
and I will one day
But not soon
No, I have more of this life to live
Much, much more.
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