Last Night, I Talked With Death

A congenially divine being paused Time and spoke with me.

Image by Alize Henry, created with Microsoft Designer

Dear Readers, 🌬️Mitch, whose work I have grown fond of reading — posed this question — a challenging prompt: “I’d love to know your thoughts about death and dying. Is it as scary as we think? Or have we blown it out of proportion? Let’s talk about it.

🌏💚You can read his remarkable account of facing death here:

What does Facing Death Feel Like?

Last Night, I Talked With Death…

“Death Angel, why have you not come for me yet?” I asked pointedly.

A knowing cryptic smile played on his lips before answering.

Easily adjusting his waist belt, an incongruous detail, seemed to hold secrets beyond mortal comprehension.

He quietly looked down at me, measuring my urgency to speak with him, and regarded me with ancient eyes that blazed with tranquility.

And we talked.

“Your end is not come, too.” Death spoke.