I brushed hands with Death this week.
Nothing serious,
a light blow on the earlobe just to say hi.
Just enough...
to crack that air of invincibility
built up over years with no fears.
I froze,
quite unlike what you expect, not still,
but shaking.
Shaking from the thought of unfinished business
and dreams deferred,
of catechism classes and degrees conferred,
of the lonely nights of a grieving wife,
and quietly hoping,
hoping, that I've lived my life right.
The day is not promised,
we know neither date nor time.
I thank God for the reminder of mortality,
I'm not still,
but alive.
© Encognyto, 2020
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