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
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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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!