Had to share this...saw this quote on my calender:
God of death does not give notice of his arrival to take hold of you. He is not like the photographer who says, "I am clicking, are you ready?"
It is as if
I am growing a plant of love on you.
You would take care of it, yourself;
The blood, bones and light, you’d give these all.
And yet, I believe,
As if my entirety was growing on you,
I tend it in ways that I believe will help it grow.
And when people come by,
I drape it with an opaque cloth.
I’d be scared;
What will they make of the light?