At the End

Here is another poem of Carol Bialock that merits reflection:

At the End

"The same labor pains
That erupted you into life set in.
The moment to push hasn't come yet;
Only the pain and the trust
And the imploding of unknown worlds."

We were often told that it was good to meditate on death, but I was not fond of doing it. Now, some poems have made it easy.