Matters Of Life And Death Poem by Craig Mize

A baby is born and takes his first breath
Then he cries out.
A son is dying and takes his last breath,
The mother cries her eyes out.
They say the Lord gives it, and the Lord takes it away.
Rain falls from the sky like God tears,
As flowers grow from the pits of hell.
To praise God for resurrecting them from the grave.
To live on earth as its ancestors wither away near by
From death comes life and with life, death is sure to follow
They are mirror images of one and another
Birthed at the same time, but looked at so differently.
Life. It is beloved and cherished by all
While death is feared and fill people hearts with despair.
Just like there can not be good without evil,
Love without hate, heaven without hell.
There can not be the blessings of life
Without having the sacrifice of death.
They go hand and hand.