The Bone Cave
At the mouth of the bone cave
I stood and wondered:
Is it here I’m doomed to remain?
Sitting on chicken feet.
Surrounded by the bones of my past.
Amid the haunting howls of soul’s suffering
and the impatient clacking of their stories wanting to be heard.
Their want is deafening:
Care for me.
How much more can I care for bones already dead?
Yet their wailing persists.
What more do they need?
What more can I give when I have nothing left to give?
Maybe if I just sit here
and try not to move
their clattering will be still.
There is peace in surrendering to the dying.
copyright Lauri Ann Lumby
Support for your dying times
Lauri Ann Lumby, MATP, provides one-on-one mentoring and support for people at all stages of their human development, most especially during times of transition – when we are dying to one way of being and waiting to be born into another. If you are facing a dying time and would like to work with Lauri, email firstname.lastname@example.org.