Night will fall on you. Of course it will.
You will find yourself alone one day
wandering the desert
of your failures.
You will stand by the deathbed
of your dreams,
helpless and afraid.
What hope do we have then?
My friend, when the Spirit
wrapped itself in the Rabbi’s flesh,
it declared that we are to have life
in all its fullness,
yet we have forgotten
that half of life is death,
that God was hammered
into the corpse of a tree,
that decay is the fertile ground
from which the stems
of existence grow.
We have forgotten that night
is simply an opportunity
to anticipate
another sunrise.
Gideon x
Gideon Heugh 