Elven Lady

Your eternal grief
lays bleakly ahead.;
The prospect of no relief,
leaves one better off dead.

How can you cling
to that which causes you so much pain,
rather than accepting Death's offered thing
tearing away from life's cheerful taint?

How can you withstand
never-ceasing misery
that leaves your heart slowly to rend
itself among brightly burning finery?

Are you afraid
of Death's inconstant nature
that to torment even the dead,
never to find love's constant feature?

Or it is to salve
the pain of living care
that to stop a life's beating valve
would earn added grief without compare?

May 23, 2006

it's been a long time since i was last here, am struggling thru the moulds of work now piling up. I'm not surprised i'm thinking of death at this time, and the relief it would bring... but that's a depressing thought. Surely there is more in life to cling to than simply seeking the embrace of death. Although it leads to heaven, where there is no misery.

Or is there?

I wonder how we would feel as we look upon loved ones from above. Do we become dispassionate, merely gazing at the futile lives of those below, with a bemused glance, or a righteous anger at a mortal's stupidity? Indeed, as i am reaing The Outstretched Shadow, one phrase caught my attention, that of an elf commenting that we humans die just as we begin to mature and comprehend life.

If this is true, i would believe that the purpose of life is to make us mature enough for heaven.

Will we then submit to practicality and learn to forgo our hot-headed impulses and reactions that make us so human? Or will we dwell in supposed serenity, turning a dispassionate gaze at our fellow mortal counterparts?

Is it true that time salves all wounds, by making our senses immune? To heal and become stronger, in a less humane manner?