We all succeed at dying
One way or the other
Despite the value we place on holding it back
We have this in common with one another
Even Jesus couldn’t escape it
Though we say it’s a revolving door
He begged if the cup of death could pass
How much less should we implore?
For the living’s only reality
Is to live, and be, and move
Death appearing a contradiction
What can we gain
For all we lose?
Yet, Death is not an ending
Not a new beginning or a door
Nor does it ever take from us
Or give the peace we’re longing for
All we think it is it isn’t
Because we lack the point of view
To see it for what it really is,
We need a different mind to see it through.
One not born through separation
One complete in its perception
One that sees all things for what they are
Present wholeness without rejection
Such a mind must not fear death
In fact it’s grateful for its inclusion
For the only Death there ever is
Is the Death of our illusions
© Copyright 2018 Pedro S. Silva II
The poem above was written by request for the Rev. Bruce MacKenzie Pastor Emeritus of the church I serve in Boulder, CO. “The way of all flesh” was a saying Bruce loved to say when referring to anything that is temporary in this world. At one visit I had with him before his passing he said to me, “Soon I will be going the way of all flesh, but you and I know that is nothing to be concerned with. So no tears.” I said to him, “Well we teach that Jesus wept when Lazarus died and he was just about to resurrect him, so I cry when you leave.” He laughed at that and changed the subject. Bruce’s body might have gone the way of all flesh. But though the outer man is beyond our seeing, the inner man remains eternally abiding.