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Words from the Lady Epiphany
I dreamt of my tombstone last night. That is my vanity - I love to see my name on things. I love to see it on stories I've written, A+ reports I've received, even letters & emails I'm proud of. My name is my true vanity.
And last night I saw my name engraved in stone.
I wasn't so proud of that, though in some sick way I thought it looked pretty good. My name, engraved in stone for all to see for as long as that stone holds - and stone lasts a long time.
Death is inevitable. Eventually I really will have my tombstone, with my name engraved. But my heart jumped ten-thousand feet when I saw it. I also saw my clothes, my black jeans with my favorite yellow sweater, laid out as if there once was a body there.
I ran frantically, trying to convince everyone that I was alive - that the tombstone & burial shrouds did not need to be there.
Everyone could see I was alive - but they didn't understand the mixup.
Had I once been dead?
She's seen Death. Thats not all too significant. Death doesn't hide. But she's seen him - her father died, and now she sees Death all too often.
She sees it in the leaves once a year. She sees it in the eyes of a youth who's hopes just disappeared with innocence.
She looks for Death now. . . Like Little Bo Peep looks for her sheep, because she knows he's there. Now and then she feels his breath in her sleep. Death is part of life. And when he takes her . . . She'll finally meet him. Then she'll know Death.
Has anyone ever told you . . . ?