Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Looking at Death...What you CAN'T SEE...


I seem to be at a point

 in this 

Life of Mine

that includes more Funerals

than Births.




Don't Forget to 

LIVE

while you are on this 

Earth!

It is a gift to you,

and should not be a burden...




Think of the 

AMAZING

JOURNEY

given to someone 

that is faced with 

their OWN death.




My heart always hurts

for the people

 enduring the loss

of their Child...

Losing a child 

to Death

is one tribulation

 I have not had to endure.




Respecting someone's Death

is a passion of mine.

I have helped several people 

cross over

and making them comfortable

for the journey they take

is extremely important to me.

I CAN imagine what these Journey's are like

and I find it to be a blessing 

when I can give someone

the comforts they need

 to cross over

while  I am on this Earth.




Get Busy Living

or 

Get Busy Dying...

So many people have said that.

I see people

struggle with the loss

of someone they Love.

If they could 

IMAGINE

the new journey

that begins with death,

I think they would smile 

and be in Awe.

It is truly a calling from God

when you are leaving this Earth

and 

when you are born too. 

You have no say 

in what day you were born

or

what day you will die.

You do however 

get to fill in the 

space between

your birth and death...




Death can be a huge relief

and 

sad

all at the same time.







I keep the Faith

and

try to spread it around!


2 comments:

A thinker said...

Only if you knew a plumhead...

Hiltons Collision said...

I do know a Plumhead, how about you?


Enjoy these Anonymous poems by bird poets...

My fight with depression was long and severe
Then I met my Guy, I knew hope was near.
He flies to my shoulder and begs for a kiss
He ruffles his feathers when his beak meets my lips.

Who could feel so sad, when I'm really proud
He's learned many whistles, though little too loud.
He chases my plate, when dinner times here
Oh gosh what a mess, is my "Dirt Devil" near?

Before lights go out, we watch TV shows
Does he know the plot, who really knows?
He plays with my hair, now mine sticks up too
My cockateil's gray, I'm no longer blue.


A BIRDS FIRST WORDS

If I were a bird, to utter my first word
I truly would wish to say you humans are absurd
With all us wonderful creatures: First, upon an un-polluted earth
You crowd us out, with too many a human birth
Then flock to the zoos with camera and kid
Our habitats ruined, This is what you did
Then fail to lay claim
our pending extinction:
Human population is to blame
When 'too' few a wise humans; in protest explain
The rest of you in unison resist and complain
If these humans dare to utter, without us animals you can't exist
The rest of you question: What are you, an activist?
The next time you visit a creature at the zoo
Ask yourself, without us whatever will you do?

~Churrido Churrido~