Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 22:58:57 GMT -5
A chat with my maker…<br>
I’m standing here, bouncing the ball that is my life as I watch it going up and down, sometimes bouncing it too hard and it goes too high, or I don’t bounce it enough and it goes to low. Sometimes I hit it on the tip of my shoe and it bounces away, until it rolls down the beaten path. I run after it, chasing it just as it almost stops like as if it was my heart and I pick it up, once again continuing the bouncing like a lone child on the playground.
Finally a huge built man cloaked in darkness with only his strange white glowing eyes peering down at me, I clutch the ball tightly in fear and for some reason I relax but don’t let go of the ball. His face covered, like a mask that really didn’t need to be there but I was glad of it, not to look death in the face without fear. He glared down at me, perhaps wondering why I wasn’t afraid, a little girl smiling up at big old death as she held her tiny orb.
Death: Why do you smile little girl?
Me: Because it is not my time.
Death: But I am here, how do you know I will not take you?
Me: I have not fulfilled my dreams, and I have not found love.
Death: I have taken minute old newborns, I have taken withered old hags and I have taken young people in their prime years. You should be afraid of me, little one, for I am Death and take souls.
Me: But you forget Death, I am not sick, I’m as strong as a horse and healthy as an Ox and you have no alibi to show a reason to take me. Perhaps you have someone coming to kill me, with a knife or a gun? Are you waiting for me to run into the street and get hit by a car? No, you know I will not die yet.
Death: No, you will not die…yet little one, but someday you will and I’ll be there to catch you on your fall. If you still show courage at that moment, I shall reward you. Until another time, little girl and we shall meet again.
Me: Yes, we shall meet again.
As he left as suddenly as he had come I stood there thinking how weird it was not to be so afraid to face Death in the face. Yet in my life there has been nothing to scare me, only daily worries of the time that loomed up ahead and I looked at my little ball, my small life that really meant nothing to the universe but a small toy. But if I was born, I shall live and everything that lives must die and so will I. I dropped the ball once again, using my small child like hand to bounce it and bouncing my life on the path once more.
I’m standing here, bouncing the ball that is my life as I watch it going up and down, sometimes bouncing it too hard and it goes too high, or I don’t bounce it enough and it goes to low. Sometimes I hit it on the tip of my shoe and it bounces away, until it rolls down the beaten path. I run after it, chasing it just as it almost stops like as if it was my heart and I pick it up, once again continuing the bouncing like a lone child on the playground.
Finally a huge built man cloaked in darkness with only his strange white glowing eyes peering down at me, I clutch the ball tightly in fear and for some reason I relax but don’t let go of the ball. His face covered, like a mask that really didn’t need to be there but I was glad of it, not to look death in the face without fear. He glared down at me, perhaps wondering why I wasn’t afraid, a little girl smiling up at big old death as she held her tiny orb.
Death: Why do you smile little girl?
Me: Because it is not my time.
Death: But I am here, how do you know I will not take you?
Me: I have not fulfilled my dreams, and I have not found love.
Death: I have taken minute old newborns, I have taken withered old hags and I have taken young people in their prime years. You should be afraid of me, little one, for I am Death and take souls.
Me: But you forget Death, I am not sick, I’m as strong as a horse and healthy as an Ox and you have no alibi to show a reason to take me. Perhaps you have someone coming to kill me, with a knife or a gun? Are you waiting for me to run into the street and get hit by a car? No, you know I will not die yet.
Death: No, you will not die…yet little one, but someday you will and I’ll be there to catch you on your fall. If you still show courage at that moment, I shall reward you. Until another time, little girl and we shall meet again.
Me: Yes, we shall meet again.
As he left as suddenly as he had come I stood there thinking how weird it was not to be so afraid to face Death in the face. Yet in my life there has been nothing to scare me, only daily worries of the time that loomed up ahead and I looked at my little ball, my small life that really meant nothing to the universe but a small toy. But if I was born, I shall live and everything that lives must die and so will I. I dropped the ball once again, using my small child like hand to bounce it and bouncing my life on the path once more.
