I wonder what it must be like
to awaken and rise one morning,
to stretch and brush the sleep from my eyes,
look up to see the radiant sun
or perhaps dark wintry skies,
to bathe and clothe my body in the same familiar way,
and go on with all the doing of Life as with any other day,
all the while never knowing
that day would be my last.
It must seem very much like today,
or any of my yesterdays
or tomorrows to come –if there be another one– for on
I shall walk about, and breathe and eat,
think and feel, act and speak,
and how would I tell the difference between
and any other?
When I feel the wind against my face,
or the sun’s ray’s warm embrace,
or look upon the starry night and walk beneath the full moon’s light,
will I ever again?
Or never again?
So easily ourselves we deceive with all the ephemeral make-believe
we use to weave a world together,
that gives our lives the feeling of “forever”,
yet all I’ve ever known from birth
and all my human ways on Earth
will come to an end and fade away
on a day just like today.
So Now is the Time.