Dressing Inside, For Death
Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour
Day
By Year,
I am dressing inside, for death.
Thought by thought
Word by word by
Action deeds
Done,
Sin by sin
Atonements
Healings
Threads on a framework of a life
Some brightly colored
Some dull to ugly
Some sweet
Some bitter
Some delicious and
Some … a toxic stained thread fabric I would pray to remove if only there was a God.
I Am Dressing, For Death
A constant evolving growing patchwork
Reworking of fabrics from past present and anticipated futures
Dressing, For Death
This fine ugly heavily used constantly changing suit
Yet every day now
Working the fabric so that when death comes
Inside I am dressed in MY PERSONAL FINEST
To face death by complete surprise
Or reverent
Terrified
Acquiescent acceptance….
(Oh Death
Look upon this suit inside the Flesh
As you pick the flesh from my bones,
See the suit of all I was and am
The fabrics
The threads of all I am and … Was.
Ahhhh Death
Enjoy this fine suit!
Now add it to the fabrics of your wardrobe with my … Humility)