He is so young,
And death is such an abstract,
Yet terrifying concept
And he wonders why we "no come back" like Jesus
He suggests moving
To "make room"for more people
As a means of escaping death
And achieving immortality
Concerns over a beloved Uncle's
Exercise habits
As he explores the reality
Of three dead grandparents
He is a boy who wept last week
Out of fear
That God, the immortal,
May have been bitten by a meat eating dinosaur.
Such concern.
And my heart breaks
That his will one day be broken
And I pray that it is when we are all
Very, very, very, very
Old.
(Yesterday I officiated at a funeral in which the 60-something "baby boy" of the deceased could not speak for weeping…and it was then I bit my lip to hold back tears)
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