Fear of death

is the shadow of the moon-

cascading into space,

out of reach, gone too soon.

We clutch and grasp

because we don’t know when or why

our number will come up,

in winter or July.

I wrote this prayer

this morning after meditation,

I wrote it with force,

and spiritual desperation:

“Christ, I’m leaving it all up to you– who I love, who loves me, and when I die. It’s all in your loving care and I walk away from the concerns, turning my attention to the task of living life.”