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It's Hard To Die by Linda Rondeau To: Kathryn "It's hard to die," she said. It was true. It is hard to die: sweating, panting, moaning as a women in travail giving birth to a new spirit transcending earth to heaven. It is hard to die: waiting, wondering, fearful as a child is anxious for the anticipated arrival of Christmas, the lights and sounds the mystery of advent. It is hard to die: hustle, activity, business The voices of those around The hands lifting, changing, repositioning, The sounds of talking, laughing, crying The clock ticking, water running As one observes the things of life each day. It is hard to die: sights, visions, pictures The evidence of pain upon those she loves. They cannot take her pain; they wear their own. She sees it. She knows it. It is hard to die: leaving the love the love that binds together mother, son, family, friends, and God. But she must. The Lord is calling. She must obey. It is hard to die but her reward awaits. She goes in peace. |
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