It occurred to me today–
Prompted by a voice,
Not in my head,
No, it came from a voice on the radio.
I’ve heard this voice a hundred times,
Heard the same questions,
Heard the same answer,
Today of all days I actually listened.
What is life?
What is living?
That’s when the light finally turned on.
It’s the glorious journey of learning how to die.
We do it daily,
We do it with every breath.
We look to our religions,
Our Gods, our souls for the answer.
In the desire to leave this world in peace
With the hope for something after,
Something more than this temporary existence.
And why shouldn’t we?
Are we not returning to our beginning,
To the earth,
To the air,
To the heavens,
As we have been blessed to do.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~