Erin Bennett
In the beginning there is chaos.
Alarms and running and pressured orders.
A conglomerate of people with a shared goal.
Tireless efforts to revive and restore the previous harmony
Of life.
Hurried conversations of what might have been, of what could be.
Old remedies and new technologies discussed and employed.
Persistent efforts to revive and restore the previous harmony
Of life.
A pause.
Look into the face of Death.
Pain. Surrender. Peace.
The words hang like ice crystals – fragile and mysterious.
Death is an enigma.
Death can be a welcome visitor or a tremendous foe.
Its unexpected nature almost always comes like a force.
One can prepare for Death, but not really.
One can try to understand Death, but it still stings.
Death can bring comfort and agony, separate or simultaneously.
It can equally connect and disconnect people.
Grief comes, or maybe it has been there for awhile.
Look into the face of Death.
Pain. Surrender. Peace.