like a forest fire, i am burnt
all things burn away
ash is left
and seeds are released
like the plains, i am wind swept
all the dirt is lifted up
and out
and what is left behind
is raw and essence
like the beach, i am scorched
the sun has dried up the useless bits
and what is left is hard
and glass
like the mountains, i reach up
and as i do, the lesser stones fall
and rumble down my sides
until they are a part of me no more
like giving birth, my flesh is torn
the pain of all this excess
being torn from me
leaving only what is real and true behind
makes me cry
but i look at my reflection
and i see a more beautiful reflection
of the One who does all this
and i know this is not in vain
and i leap up with new wings
and take flight on new air
and nothing is the
same
I wrote this when someone asked me what being 30 was like. I have one month left of 30, and this is the only way i can sum up this year of 30. you can't take the 20s with you, and all the excess is stripped away until only essence is left. i think of my grandma 2 days before she died, and even her flesh was melted away, and only her essence remained. I think this happens constantly throughout our life, this stripping of the excess, and it is good, and necessary, and at times painful. but it makes sense. and the closer I move to God, the more stripping of excess there is. and the more full i am of Him. and this too is good, and painful, and makes sense.
drawing closer to God.
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your words.
all of it, poetry. i loved reading it.
working with the elderly, i am aware of this too, this wasting away of the flesh with the true essence remaining.
it makes sense now, the fact that our bodies are simply pots of clay for the soul.
our soul returns to our maker.
what's left, stays behind.
i would think you have a very clear view of what exactly a soul is- the more purging and refining we go through in life, and the elderly you help pass into the afterlife, i think the clearer we understand. I'm glad you shared your experience with the elderly, and that our bodies are just pots of clay, so true.
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