From
the moment you are born
your death walks beside you
your death walks beside you
without
showing its face.
When fear invades your life
or what you love is lost
you feel death's empty grasp.
The
presence of your death
wakes you up
wakes you up
to
scarce and fleeting time,
gathers
you
to
heed the nagging call.
After
John O' Donohue (2007)
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