Death – boundlessly voracious.

Removing players

from this vast, unlikely, untidy theatre.

 

Life – boundlessly fertile.

Creating players

for this tidy, astronomically surreal stage-set.

 

Me. I am alive, and therefore

curious.

Curious about you, death.

What lies backstage?

 

If life is to be trusted, then so is death.

This womb-Earth, Heaven's waiting-room,

has held too long,

let's get it on,

join the angels,

escape the cage, and

start the great adventure.

 

In God's time.

No short cuts.

Patience.