We face death everyday
But life has been winning
And yet we never seem to remember
That life is very close to death
And life could very easily give way to its kin
The message is always lost
Amidst the buzz and business of each day
But then one day like thunder strikes
The life of a known person surrenders to death
Or we have a near exchange of life with death
That’s when we remember
That we do face death each day
So what then are we to do?
Sit and wait for blue moon thunder?
Or let near-misses of life and death
Remind us of this oddity?
Life is kin to death
It only wins but for a while
And then death must take over
Tis an oddity when it happens
But yet,in life its commonplace…
Today’s poem is dedicated to all those affected by the Boston Marathon bombings today.You are in our prayers.
Yvonne Nyavor 