The beauty of death

Even in the face of the inevitable, you still matter

photo by Mary McGrath

As I face you, I observe the inevitable.

Someday, you will no longer be with us, only embers of your history, and what you used to be.

And yet, I revel in your appearance, simplicity.

I know that someday you will come back to me,

And apparently, share what you know to be true.

If only you knew your power, your glory, even in your shaded state, your life value isn’t through.

If only you knew.