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The Widow and the SeaThe air is filled with the cries of whirling seabirds
And the smack-smack-smack as waves lap against the ferry dock.
The widow stares out to sea
At the distant silhouette of the island that is her destination
And she hates.
She hates this sea that took from her
Her greatest love.
A storm, a hidden reef, or just bad luck;
What claimed him she does not know for sure,
Only that he is gone.
With hesitant steps she boards the ferry,
Feels it rocking beneath her feet.
This day is much like that one;
Calm seas, still air, sun hidden behind gray clouds ,
And she remembers that day once again.
She hadn't been worried at first,
Had only thought that dinner was growing cold.
But then the hours dragged on
And search parties went out and found nothing,
No trace that her husband's boat had ever existed.
As the ferry pulls away from the dock with its engines churning
She closes her eyes and tries to shut everything out.
The waves, the seabirds, the boat's throaty roar
All pound on her until sh
What Is Death?What is death?
What is it like?
Is death a rose?
Beautiful for a time, and then withering away?
No, it cannot be that.
Is death the start of a grand adventure?
The first steps on a path to a new existence?
Is death a wind in the night?
A sigh that comes quietly and leaves silently?
Is death a kindly old man?
A nice face before the end?
Is death a cheerful young woman?
A waking dream?
A lover, a friend?
Is death a butterfly?
A bird, the fog, a skeleton in black robes?
But consider this;
What if death
Was all of them?
Climbing the CliffsideThe sun scorches the cliffside as sweat drips into his eyes,
And the dust in the air itches in his throat.
High overhead vultures circle,
Black specks against a vast blue canvas,
As he slowly climbs upwards
Following the path of the vanished cliff-dwellers.
Ancient holes carved into the stone-
Left, right, left, right, left, right-
He makes his way to the top,
Hand over hand.
But then comes the stumble:
One handhold is near-invisble,
Worn away by time and weather.
The rhythm is disrupted,
His limbs entangle,
And he looks down.
Down, down, down
To the ground far below.
Never has the top been reached so quickly.
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