Someone out there is dying right now
someone out there is just now being born
Our days on earth are numbered and I know that somewhere out there,
there is someone whose numbered days are coming to an end,
and there is someone whose days are just now beginning.
I like to think that the world is made of a substance like yarn,
one single strand that was knitted and woven into what we call the earth,
and with just the tug of a hand the entire thing could unravel.
I like to think that humans are made of this substance too, but a weaker version,
easier to mend yes but also easier to break.
Easier to tear and to shred,
to pull apart and unravel,
so easy to unravel.
Our days are numbered and as the numbers we have left slowly wind down our yarn, our own individual strand is pulled,
loop after loop is undone,
stitch after stitch is taken out
until the end,
on our last day,
we are completely unraveled
into a small pile
of the yarn like substance
From which we were made
What is left of the substance is buried six feet under,
and as time goes on this substance breaks down.
What is left of you becomes part of the earth,
it knits its way into the yarn that is woven for the earth
and once again you are whole,
once again the substance that was once you is now part of the whole world,
as your spirit rises to the clouds
you finally realize this
and smile.
It is true you are gone
but still you live in the earth,
the substance that was you
woven into a new pattern,
a pattern that will not unravel for a
long
long
time.
Someone out there is dying right now, their single strand of substance slowly becoming undone.
Someone out there is just now being born.
Their substance is whole,
their days have only begun.
There is someone out there
maybe like you,
maybe like me,
but there is someone out there
who's substance isn't whole,
but it is still there,
at least for now.
