This poem will surely become another "Dona Lou classic."  - poetheart 05/01/02

Death is a wall I can't climb over
A wall of rock, deep blue and steep
A river running black and deep
Death, a mountain, looms in the distance
With ice and silent snow at the peak
Of my demise I dare not speak

Life is the flattened plain I wander
Life, a sweet meadow, cool and green
Life, a goblet of clean pure water
Sand in a glass always tumbling
Off in the distance, death is rumbling
What is my life? What does it mean?

Birth was a terrible pain in the belly
Birth was a cry deep in the night
Birth, a miraculous work of Love
A mystery-gift sent from Above
Another warrior joins in the fight

This is the Now in which I live
This is all that Life can give
Moment to moment on Earth to dwell
Now is my Heaven, Now is my Hell
Only time will tell

by Dona Lou Pearson

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