Busy With Dying

we spend all of our lives,
busy with dying...
making final preperations,
for a trip across the room!

the prisoner makes preperations,
anxious for days...
anticipating his release.
almost afraid of freedom,
afraid of the unknown...
yet when the cell door opens,
the weight is lifted!

so busy with dying,
that we forget about living...
and so miss eternity,
in each moment!

the cell door is open!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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