The End is the Beginning

I see it in the distance hovering in wait – death’s sword unsheathed since my life has outworn its scabbard. I feel leaden as the spectacle of my life parades in the background. My breath dodges in a wild dance, trying to escape the cessation of life as the curtains of darkness descend. I try to grasp the seconds ticking in a increasing tempo as my life is counted off – tick, tock, tick tock. I am not ready to go, I wail in a crescendo of need, longing to have more time.

The countdown of time rushes in a downward spiral like tornadic gusts of wind. But wait! What is that auroral light in the distance beckoning me onward through a tunnel of overwhelming promise? What shadowy figures are waiting to greet me on the other side? Is that my mother and father with beatific smiles on their faces and outstretched arms?

I smile as I beseech, “Let me dance,” as I realize that the end is just the beginning.