The Circle of Life

On Saturday we celebrated a friend's 40th birthday. While we were there I caught up with a woman who I haven't seen for awhile who is also pregnant and a few weeks in front of me.
On Monday we heard Trogdor's heart beating at 157 beats per minute.
On Tuesday morning we attended Peter's funeral.

And so it goes on.

And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? (...)

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity (...)

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet : On Death

I will post mournful poetry if I feel like it. So there.

(Just be grateful I'm not inflicting any of my own poetry on you. With all these pregnancy hormones running around my system I'm sure some pretty awful poetry will bubble to the top at some point.)