https://allpoetry.com/poem/14716544-A-Live-Dog-Is-Better-Off-Than-by-Seah-Ray
“There is hope for whoever is among the living, because a live dog is better off than a dead lion.
For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing at all, nor do they have any more reward, because all memory of them is forgotten.
Also, their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they no longer have any share in what is done under the sun.” Eccl. 4:4-6.
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Designed, are we, to appreciate the tilt of a loved one’s pensive head, a dove’s loosed feather floating on an air’s stream, a brilliant rainbow in rainfall’s gone, glistening, a horse’s powerful stately gait.
Alive, even when not physically well, we cherish exquisitely simple to intricate, magnificent to normal daily, as our lives we struggle to successfully navigate.
But only if we pause, breathe, thankful be after we meditate.
Take a sit. Reflect a bit. Consider, why and never quit the inquiries
on anxious turbulent roaring seas of distressed humanity–these times of reoccurring, once felt conquered, simple diseases, as measles, or natural disasters wiping out rich and poor homes, leaving all without basic necessities.
How can one see a bright hope, when blinded by tears which flow as rapids over sharp rocks, cutting at our flailing hands and bumping knees?… Not sweet and tranquil, this weep, our thoughts to ease.
On what can our deliberate musings dance, when sorrow bows us over in tragic happenstance?… On whose promises can we take a strong stance to grab hold onto securely with cherished or crippled fingers, callused palms, muffled cries, while mouthing familiar psalms memorized to comfort linger?… On what can we count, more than us just ‘taking a chance’?
Men and women of past history may spring to mind. The ‘greats’ of power, intelligence, kind.
Yet, silent they sleep, in various graves earthwide to find. With many bent brains seeking their meanings to define.
Should I search the lives of those
who centuries past
under blazing suns and shadowy moons
blood constant rich and vibrant flowed
when died they did
as others rose
to claim their spot
under a starlit sky or morning’s glow
with mowed grass tickling a toddler’s toes?
Hope to continue as international horrors grow?
Will ‘dead’ always be the current ‘trend’?
To live life briefly, then suddenly end?
Why do we joyous start to only stop?
Again, this vicious cycle
global does spin.
We hop about joyful.
And then we drop like flies in ointment
to eventually rot.
Yet, promised to even those in family plots:
“And the last enemy, death, is to be brought to nothing.” 1 Cor. 15:26.
Yes, ‘dead’ is to become finally unemployed; eliminated; utterly destroyed.
Adamic death, to which we’re chained, from infancy, genetically stained
Will one day soon, a memory be, fading from our minds indefinitely.
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“Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out”. John 5:28, 29.
Promised: Swallowed up, death, eternally. By means of Christ’s ransom, “the sting producing death” will be eradicated from sinful humanity.
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“Death is swallowed up forever.” 1 Cor.15:54-57…
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Many, of obedient mankind, thankfully, will this soon see.
Then all faithful will reside under their own vineyard
In ‘true peace and security”.
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“They will no longer become something for the nations to prey upon, and the wild beasts of the earth will not devour them, and they will dwell in security, with no one to make them afraid.” Ezek. 34:28.
Conquering the Enemy Death—How?
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-no3-2019-sep-oct/jesus-conquered-death/
How Can You Have More Than This Life?
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-no3-2019-sep-oct/have-more-road-to-life/ © 2 years ago, Lucretia McCloud death • family • friendship • hope • love
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