The reality of life has changed. What we use to take for granted now counts. Six feet! Words filled and formed in-transition to the other side. Now it is a living testament by distant empathy taken in every day encounter.
Life is not what it used to be. We move around looking at each other as though, could be the one, making the six feet both a lived and after thought. Viruses spewed in ignorance.
Fear has taken its toll on us, yet distancing makes the sorrow go round. Care and fear, life and death. None could stand to be compared. For what we took for granted now matters, never did we think it may come to this. Herein we are and there it is. Life that roared has turn to whispers.
What is life if all that beholds it is but fear. Everywhere you look, the sting of death comforts itself, for the dead die...alone and buried by strangers while their love ones shelter, yes shelter for they might be next in line, not of inheritance. The brut of death hangs just around and not too far.
Would the courage of man by fear be ruined? For death was there before man can be. Death, the manifestation of the still unknown. For man by nature, a mortal being and life shall not cease nor ruined by fear. The living man is not dead yet, six feet is but, however it maybe, a reflection of reality in this sojourn. The body maybe weak but the spirit, yes the spirit must remain strong for what may still to come. Show love though from a distant, let the breathe of life saturate the poisonous clouds soaked in this death.
Mother Nature at her best again. Still, the comforting hug of departed robe in console be, to fill the emptiness from deep within. May the whispers of the priest, the final touch to a dying soul keep heavens door open. Therein lay, the constant contact that make the world round. Hope better life is revealed after all this said and gone.
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