Momento mori

 Sunday morning,



October 10th, ano 2, 2021
Memento mori
Today is the first day of the rest of our Life.
For some of us it will be our last, there will be no tomorrow.
What has not be finished will remain unfinished.
What has not be started will remain so.
Bruised and damaged relationships, so badly in need of softly spoken conversation, will never have that opportunity.
For one of us will go to the grave and the other one to live with a wound
that ever saps the joy, steals the laughter
and only in their dreams hearing again and again, hearing the words we choose not to speak,
that they so hungered to hear.
It is impossible to live a full life as Life was meant to be lived without throwing our full Self into relationships and community of a lifetime in the making.
It is in this course of growing and maturing we will make mistakes. Some grievous.
Mistakes and misunderstandings for whatever reason, need to be confessed...in full. To do otherwise leaves a poison that lasts a lifetime.
..."I was angry", "I was hurt", "You took", "I didn't know", "I didn't care", "I wanted it to hurt, I wanted it to hurt real bad", "I never knew the words to tell you I love you, so I said nothing, and that was wrong",
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry", these are the words that need to said, not buried.
So today, this very moment, consider this.
For you have no way knowing if it's your first or last.
Each and every one of us wants to complete
The Great Journey, that Great Act,
to perform that Impossible Deed
that we have been assigned.
The Journey, the Act, the Deed are nothing more than avenues
to achieving a life spent on leaving Humankind for the better.
Do not pause, but commit, commit now.
Do what been needs doin'
Say what been needs sayin'
Be that person who steps out of the crowd to be counted.
For not one of of us knows if today is The First or The Last.
bobb

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