Death,
What are you?
What ARE you?
I can't wrap my mind around you. I can't look behind you. I can't see through you.
But you pick and prod away at my heart strings.
You phantom harp player.
Coming and going as you please
With not so much as a whisper in the night
As you pass
Not even a goodbye.
You have taken the most God-loving, to even those who love to joke about him, to those who could never even fathom what a God could even be.
Behind you is a trail of the fearful, the hopeful, and the confused...
My mind aches to unravel you...
But your language is of an unspoken tongue
You are cryptic in your crypt keeping...
I don't understand.
I don't know if I ever will.
And that leaves me uneasy...
Forever feeling in my heart that my loved ones are SOMEWHERE
But where...
I can't fathom...
Somewhere only the phantom harp player knows...
My mind stretches only far enough for me to know they are somewhere beyond my heart...
And that I will be there, too, one day.
I don't understand you, death.
I don't know what happens to souls when they leave bodies.
I can't help but continuously try and try to solve your algorithm like another puzzle in the palm of my hand...
You are beyond words and numbers and simple human thoughts...
