haiku about death and life
Dying is helpless
The skies open, nature weeps
Hopeless in mourning
Prize in awaking
Who knew how to feel about
Death, an opening
clcouch123
I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
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clcouch123 
August 8, 2016 at 8:10 am
oh wow. wow. what depth have your swum into in these six beautiful lines, brother. That question, I cannot answer.
August 9, 2016 at 2:55 am
I guess we can’t know how good it can be after death until we are there. But on this side we have only (to paraphrase Hebrews) faith without evidence. Thanks so much for your affirming response, sister!
August 9, 2016 at 4:42 am
yes, brother. to have faith on things our eyes can’t see. 🙂
you are welcome, brother!