Life and Death dance together in an eternal waltz
Circling us as we go down our paths
Taking and giving as they turn
Creating and destroying as they step
Their footsteps echo and tap in our ears
Too soft to notice at times
But ever-present
The volume grows in moments of celebration
The volume lowers in moments of mourning
Up and down Climbing the hills
And sinking below the horizon
Death steps up to us
The grass turning brown under his feet
With his pale, sinewy frame
And his billowing dark robes
His cold hand reaches out
And strokes our skin
Turning our lips blue
Our souls take his hand
And he leads us to the afterlife
And our loved ones cry
Life creates us all
The flowers bloom pink and yellow under her steps
With her rosy skin
And her flowing white gown
Her warm hands sculpt us out of clay
And shape our souls out of light
Warming our hearts and making them beat
Our feet follow her lead
And she leads us into the world
And we cry as we are blinded by the sun
Grace Millican is an education student specializing in English and reading. Grace loves writing poetry with nature themes. She has been previously published in McLennan Community College's magazine "The Stone Circle". Grace is submitting a poem she wrote focusing on life and death.
Enjoyed this insightful poem, Grace. The last line of the final stanza makes me think of Plato's Allegory of the Cave. How blinding life can be, and how cold and yet comforting is the hand of death. Mirrors. Well done. Joanie HF Zosike