it will not be simple, it will not be long
it will take little time, it will take all your thought
it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath
it will be short, it will not be simple
it will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart
it will not be long, it will occupy your thought
as a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied
it will take all your flesh, it will not be simple
You are coming into us who cannot withstand you
you are coming into us who never wanted to withstand you
you are taking parts of us into places never planned
you are going far away with pieces of our lives
it will be short, it will take all your breath
it will not be simple, it will become your will
So it is heavy today, and I did not mean that to be, it just happens that way sometimes.
I read this poem months ago, and I read it again and again and finally felt its weight fall upon me like a gentle shroud, encompassing, final, with no way to deny it. I am humbled by it but also calmed, that everything has its time and struggle. I like the idea that it will be short although it will not be simple, that is life.
Don’t forget for one moment that you only get to ride this ride once.
Carpe Diem my friends.