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Michael Card


Death


Death is what we are.
It is our fear and our sorrow
Death is emotion,
The constant knowledge that everything ends
It is what drives us, denies us and provides us
Death can be a cure,
A release from a pitiful existence.
It is more than the end,
It is the beginning
For every death brings new life.
If there is no death then the world becomes crowded
Life is born in the wake of such things
New stories are written and
A new game begins

Submitted: Wednesday, December 08, 2010
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