A Name
A Life begins urequested,
amidst the water within a womb,
and ends so ever unexpected,
of dust and ash within a tomb.
What we make of time we borrow,
what starts as life of blood and bone,
of growth and change of joy and sorrow,
and ends our name inscribed on stone.
That name once given upon life anew,
spoken forth by Mother in single breath,
follows from thence in nights and through
days and weeks and years to death.
Significant are the names we’re called by,
because they’re ours through life from birth,
a name not chosen to which we reply,
until laid to rest within the Earth.
3 Comments
- blackwidow replied:
This is deep, I love it. How you sum up in such a short time an important aspect of our life so eloquently.
May 29th, 2008 at 3:56 PM. Permalink.
- Rick Harris replied:
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.
Blaise PascalDecember 27th, 2008 at 12:55 PM. Permalink.
- Rick Harris replied:
I like this Jay! I’ve always had a bit of a problem with becoming into being at no request of ours, and as we grow we have to bear the knowledge of our inevitable demise “suffering and death”. It is doubly troublesome if you’re raised according to a doctrine that promises an eternity of torment and pain, simply for not being able to come to believe in said doctrine. Peace Rick
December 29th, 2008 at 12:52 PM. Permalink.
