Now
Mar. 13, 2025 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem.
MessageThe end is never the end but it is the end.
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Now, hush.Everything's going to be alright.
"You think?"
Yes.We're only going into the night.
"But my fright?"
Darling,Don't waste all your might. We knew.
"Look! The ash. It's falling."
That's right. It's just Heaven's calling.Each speck, a reminder that our time here is not sprawling.
"Compact? Not boundless?"
No, neat. Tortured. Meager. Lapsing.But there's beauty in the limited.
"The scripture always said the Hour was honest!"
Indeed. And that each Minute was a maxim.And that every Second was a sacrifice...
"Made by those who dared to serve..."
The system of our lord, our savior...She and they and it that will never be named.
"But always remembered."
Yes. And as each layer drifts?We shed the weight, the claim.
"Fading into the flame, into the same."
As said. The night is not so scary.The end is just what's near.
"But are we less for it? Should we want more than what's meant?"
No, my dear.No.
We are everything we were told to be—A final breath, a quiet plea,
Before we dissolve,Finding eternity in simplicity.
"And when we die, he will finally see."
"You think?"
Yes.We're only going into the night.
"But my fright?"
Darling,Don't waste all your might. We knew.
"Look! The ash. It's falling."
That's right. It's just Heaven's calling.Each speck, a reminder that our time here is not sprawling.
"Compact? Not boundless?"
No, neat. Tortured. Meager. Lapsing.But there's beauty in the limited.
"The scripture always said the Hour was honest!"
Indeed. And that each Minute was a maxim.And that every Second was a sacrifice...
"Made by those who dared to serve..."
The system of our lord, our savior...She and they and it that will never be named.
"But always remembered."
Yes. And as each layer drifts?We shed the weight, the claim.
"Fading into the flame, into the same."
As said. The night is not so scary.The end is just what's near.
"But are we less for it? Should we want more than what's meant?"
No, my dear.No.
We are everything we were told to be—A final breath, a quiet plea,
Before we dissolve,Finding eternity in simplicity.
"And when we die, he will finally see."
