The Slice that Cuts
Once you grasp the fleetingness of life —
and it dawns on you in tiny increments
as you grow — you are always savoring
the sweetness of living and vitality of those
living around you, family and friends who
join your journey and increase its treasure.
Yet on some indefinable level you are always
saying good-bye because the gift of life is so
unpredictably fragile. In the midst of all this
romance of embrace and living in the moment,
there is the silent inevitability of departure and separating pathways or even the irrevocable
finality of death that shocks your life into dead standstill.
This painful slice of life cuts to produce more
life. As the sword pierces and unleashes the tear
that waters the seed, new buds of resurrection sprout.
They are life’s best revenge for that slice of life
that cuts so deep — and holds the fleeting power to sever — but whose wound finally emancipates into eternity.
©Bonnie Saul Wilks
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October 21, 2015
Euless, Texas
Lovely, Bonnie.
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very deep, Bonnie. have never seen such a stark image. this poem would have been very appropriate how i felt after Rita D died.