Cold Facts

Eat, drink, be merry for tomorrow we die
to air, to void, to ground, celebrate
comfort in nothing.
Stoically resisting, fasting to be better,
prepare for disposal, recycling to the Divine,
fact sadly waiting for something.
Face reality, uncomfortable,
life returns but must die,
perishable to imperishable
the grimness of facts replaced by beauty
immortal. -dean

In the garden

Stealing through the night,
to take the Light.
Torches and clubs to take
what they could not have,
did not know,
the shadow would hide
the truth, written waiting
for the Son to rise.
-dean