Give Them Their Roses Now

     

  You know, I've been thinking, if death is so logical...then why is it so hard for us to comprehend? Why is it such a painful pill to swallow? I mean, if everyone has a birthday, then does it not only make sense that you have a death day? God formed man out of dirt and breath. He  looked at his creation, and saw that it was good. All good things must come to an end right? Right. Well, at least according to the natural order of things. Take the earth we live on as example: for as the sun rises, it must eventually set and give space for the moon. Yet, the question still remains. Why does death cause so much pain?
       
          The answer lies in the fact that the connection formed between humans, transcends logic,pattern, or science. The bond formed is an emotional connection tied together with love strings that grow sturdier as time progresses. So now,thanks to this bond, death is no longer the deterioration of a symmetrically crafted  pile of dirt. Rather,  it is the loss of a friend, the unfortunate passing of a brother, a devastating blow to internal peace, and the cause of a gaping hole in a now sagging heart.

          The effects of death on the living, also show that the exuberant woman did not fall in love with her dazzling prince charming, a masculine framework of flesh and bones weaved in a woman's womb; born of spontaneous fertilization. The real prince charming was a spirit. A spirit that moved the skin and bones to speak loving words and caress her in his arms.

           Without this spirit, he would just be a hallow shell, hollow enough for the sound of wind to bounce off of his interior. So that is why tears pool in our eyes when those loved ones pass. It is not that we miss their soft skin, or the curvature of their mouths. No. We miss the spirit housed within that tent; their love, their sweet laugh, the little things that form the person we grew to love so much. The REAL person.

        The conclusion of the matter, is that we must cherish the PEOPLE in our lives, not just their physical attributes. We must cherish the soul, not the soul keeper. We must give them their roses whilst they are still alive; still able to smell the sweet scent. Roses placed on an oak coffin prepared to be buried six feet deep into the earth, will eventually decay like the corpse of the one you loved. So please, do not take for granted the human presence, because like time, it is fleeting, and will eventually stop ticking--then her spirit will find a new, eternal home.