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[aid] => mick
[title] => Destiny Prevails
[time] => 2008-02-10 00:24:32
[hometext] => By all accounts, life has been a challenge for me.
[bodytext] => Destiny Prevails The heritage of a still born was his. He was a participant in three miscarriages; not as the mother, nor as the father, but as the thwarted child; conceived only to quickly die; begun only to so swiftly end; having life so violently removed before breath could fill his lungs; in this solemn darkness, bewildered by death, he meditated, was silent and still, waiting to be born. If pain is a wise teacher, then death is a mentor with no equal; morbid lessons demand cognition; mortal insights startle awake the tepid soul; awash in the salinity of the amniotic realm, the heart is driven to maturity, and the spirit contemplates each sacred moment, one by one, and thus, step by step, moment by moment, from one plateau to the next, he came to know and understand. Conception was no longer to be sought; fearfulness and desperation were no longer his, contentment, peace and joy were no longer dependent on the thin atmosphere of the Mountain's top, but were sustained by internal springs. He was alive and satisfied; deeply assured. No longer seeking birth, he will be born. No longer yearning for breath, he will breathe. No longer tormented by death, he will at last live. As it is written, so shall it be. Destiny prevails. rko february seven, two thousand, eight six: forty-eight a.m. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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