Sub-Conscious Us -2

‘ “Then death shall be chosen rather than life by all

the residue of those who remain of this evil family, who remain in all the places where I have driven them, ” says the LORD of hosts’. – Jer. 8:3

I’ve realized through time and seasons

Of my sojourn on the surface of the earth:

Humanity’s response to life and death.

How by simple remembrances we find our easing.

 

When one dies, O how they trumpet

How we sing his praise.

A stature in his honour we raise

Giving a minute of silence to pay our respects.

 

Check out how we broadcast his good works

We forget and release offences done

(because after all, he’s dead now, right?)

The trumpet sound of the forgotten’s heard by his death bed.

 

But why does this happen?

What’s happened?

Though we disagree, yet this remains true:

In our subconscious, this great abnormality we do.

 

We acknowledge death than we do life

And the effect of a loss than the blessings of a gain

We treasure the materials of precious memory

Than the priceless provisions of the present.

 

Why this? I’m not sure.

Continually, this mystery abounds.

Hear this; stand fast:

What will you wish when I’m gone?

 

But blow my trumpet while I’ve breathe

Love and respect me while I’m present

For all you’ll do when I’m gone

Would mean much more while my light’s on.

 

Dance for me now and sing my song

Make a broadcast and say it all.

Share my testimony before my bell’s rung

I’m here; I’m still here; still to answer the call.

 

Value my present, it’s all we have

As for when I’m gone, you’ll have me no more

But each thing you’ll remember and hold fast.

And though I’ll be gone, yet I’ll live on.

 

Celebrate life!

Celebrate the living

Celebrate me, now.

Now, not when I’m gone.

James George

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©The writings James George 2018

Author: James George

Hello, I am James George, a passionate teacher of God's Word; that writer who believes in the balanced communication of God's word in simplicity and clarity as the tool for making destinies and shaping lives.

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