Yes. All things animate die.
The multi-greens of early spring
are now drifting to the hard dry ground,
-the lucky ones going out in a blaze of color-
but all are listless and lifeless just the same.
Yet that’s not the end of their story.
Even now they re-turn to the earth,
and even that is not their end.
They will decompose until tiny dynamos of life,
then they’ll take another form, at least for now.
But most certainly. Most importantly. They’ll be back.
Life will return to life.
Fortunately, it doesn’t work the other way around.
Death has no penchant for death
or none of us would be here. We couldn’t be.
Yes. Death can be devastating,
but it doesn’t get to be our last word.
Despair and disappointment come. But then they go.
They never stay for good. They won’t because they can’t.
No matter how long it takes, life will be back.
Many sequoia-size questions in all of this.
None of us knows what happens to us after we die.
But apparently such long-sought wisdom isn’t necessary
since life unveils all we need to know--and then some.
There is something very reassuring though,
something very hopeful, something very enlivening
that comes with grasping that,
one way or another, we’ll be back.
Sure. We want details! Now! But we don’t need them
in order for life to beget life to beget life today.
And that’s what really matters, isn’t it?
It seems life penchant for life lies deepest within our nature
even when we’re feeling death and decay up on our surface.
We are happiest and healthiest and yes, even holiest,
when we recognize the cosmic consequences of this gift.
Even now my sleepy heart awakens to its profound joy,
a joy that resides in and resumes each of us
Even now my spirit begins anew its ascent
into the blue true illimitable skies of this new day.
Yes, yesterday may be dead and gone.
But the one who said, “Behold, I make all things new,”
is doing it again.
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