the light at the end of the tunnel

7.6.2025

Jul 06, 2025

∙ Paid

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
T. S. Eliot

THIS OLD BODY

is made up of tired muscle
and miles of dental floss
yet it still carries me along
the way a creek carries a fallen leaf

I am thankful for that
and I also thankful for the loved ones
that carried me during hard times
when I could not carry myself

a creek can be slow or fast
and a leaf could be thousands of leaves
I floss everyday and give thanks
to the universe for all it provides

jobe

A Song on the End of the World, a poem by Czeslaw Milosz

DEATH
like rising up
or going under

death
like the light
at the end of the tunnel

life
like a child
saying prayers

life
like the warmth
you hold in your heart

healing
the wound

resting
the mind

living
the peace that you need

jobe

I don't want to tell you how much insurance I carry with the Prudential, but all I can say is: when I go, they go too.
Jack Benny

REMEMBERING EDEN

they call it a garden
but it is more like a jungle
that is both lush and safe
there was peace there
but also a sameness
that made me sleepy
each day was the same
as the day before
and I wondered
why I was there
why I even existed
and existence was all it was
in that garden
it wasn’t really living
I was happy for us
when Eve gave me the apple
life was beginning at last
I don’t count my age
from the day when God created me
my life didn’t truly begin
until we were kicked out
of the garden