Nyx

I sit alone in the darkness, silence surrounds me. I wait for something, but don't know what. The peace closes in, I cannot breathe. I begin to drown, then she saves me.
Fate pulls me into her warm embrace. Security and prosperity. She shows me the road, and bids me to follow it. As I begin to walk, she walks with me. The stars ignite to light our way. I see in the distance, shining in the moonlight, three pedestals of purest marble . We reach them and she bid me to choose. "I cannot," I say, but she smiles and says, "It is your decision to make." On one stands a chest of never-ending treasure, on the second stands a king's staff, and on the last stands the book of wisdom. My mind is in a frenzy as I try to decide. I turn around, but fate is no longer there. Instead stand the wyrd sisters who stare at me. "Power," says one, "Riches," says another, and the third whispers, "Wisdom." Their words repeated and echoed through my mind as I stand rooted to the spot. One or the other or the third? And I remain standing at those marble pedestals in the moonlight.

Shall Be Lifted - Nevermore

"Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me;
the carriage held but just ourselves, and Immortality." - Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

Death holds true for us all. It is the debt that all men pay. It is the second most fear in our United States. The average US citizen know nothing of Death. Death comes as swiftly as a car, a bullet, a falling tree. Death whispers in our ears as we lie in darkness. In Vietnam, Death waited around every tree. Now it waits in every war torn village. Sometimes we know Death is coming and we fear it more. Sometimes Death takes us quickly, leaving others to mourn our passage.

Don't fear Death. He is not a worker of the Devil. Fear the Lord our God for he has earned our fear and admiration. Do not fear the dead, fear the living for they can make you hurt. Do not mourn the dead with the Lord, mourn those who could not find their way before they passed. Do not curse those who couldn't find their way, curse those that didn't help them see.

For Death comes in a chariot to carry us to heaven. "For Death came knocking on the sinners door but he was not ready; he came knocking on the liars door and he was not ready; and he came knocking on the Christian's door, and he was the only one who was ready." Death is the only thing we can be sure of in this life. We must be ready for him.

When the Twilight Comes

Silence. The wind sweeps over my face as I ponder choices. Many choices, each whirling in a galaxy of their own consequences. If I choose to pluck one from the sky it may lead to enlightenment, or to destruction. As I float in this void, the choices whirl past my face. Some are moving too fast and I miss them. I silently curse myself when I miss these opportunities. Suddenly, through the inky darkness of this space, a light shines. It forms into an ever moving mass that hurls through my chest. I breathe in the sweet smell of this light and I ponder my position. I have power that I didn't have before, respect no one had thrown my way until now. In my family of friends I am looked up to. I am brother to some and big brother to others. As the power shifts and I move up, I cannot be looked down upon. I am in a position of influence. The choices stand thus, what do I do with my power?