Poetry: The death of a loved one is not the death of love

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Death came not so stealthily to take my mum away, one day. Its path was set out plainly for us all to see, in our dismay. Nothing could slow the pace of its ride, astride & inside her. Death gobbled her up with its unending appetite, unquenched. Death never solves any problems that life creates for itself. Life must solve its own problems. To defy, or deny, is to die. In some ways, it's our choice to live, or to die, while we're alive, and yet Death and life have their own rules defined, underlined. When we love, we do not die, unless we die to our self. Death is stronger than love, only when love dies in us. There is love still within death, and death still within love. Sure, some part of us has died, but some part of us didn't! Love was always unborn, uncreated, and has existed forever as God. God loved by loving his creation, bringing his love to life, in life. We love by loving others, ourselves, and God, then we live love. As much as we love, we keep on living in life, in love, forever more. Photo Credit: The photo used here was freely sourced from the free media site: pixabay.com Do we really die if our candle all burns away? Does the flame itself ever die?