reading through the bible; specifically paul's letters, you see that christianity has a lot to do with death and dying before we actually die and cross the chasm into eternity with Jesus. this dying is a tough task. i wrote a poem about it. it's called "decay". here it is.
decay
there was a groom,
married in the day
who took his vows
and uttered antecedents to decay.
people watched
and people smiled
people took their pictures
of his bright and lively eyes
he walked the upward aisle
pockets empty
onto roads of burning fire.
all were watchers of the day
when death itself went on display
where pretty words and licking flames
would burn the life right from his veins.
hearts would grow
and blood would spill
and Love Himself would have him killed.
a pretty lady stands on stacks of pedestals
he chases death
following His Predecessor’s scars
and dare he try
to live again
he’ll die a lie and kill his fragile lover dead
and mock the day
all came to see
the day that death went on display
the day when vows and
pretty words
were antecedents to decay.
