I live in fear of my terminal friend dying
- emeryclairelofton
- Feb 3
- 1 min read
I live in fear of my terminal friend dying
not because I fear what comes after death
for I know that Blessed Hope
but I fear life without her.
She was terminal before I met her
Yet, how death haunts
the horizon of her breaths
startles me.
I forget when I am with her
experiencing a bond orchestrated by heaven
that we are not in heaven yet.
Though our laughter seems to belong there
our bodies are cruel reminders that betray us.
Time is our cross to bear.
But just like the Blessed Carpenter’s
it will turn inside out the pain it caused.
Time rushing against her to her end
is ironically
rushing her home to her perpetual beginning.
One day closer
everyday
though I fear it
how her soul must long for it.
Though her death will be
part of my own
forever to walk this world
with half of my heart
a loneliness that threatens
such violent permanence
And my cross to bear
I know, I, too
will stumble into Eternity’s arms
with that striking smile awaiting me
an emblem of heaven on earth with me now
The treasured heart in pierced hands eternally
and a fear forever sent to sleep.
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