Death hurts. Sometimes it burns like a wildfire: Pancreatic cancer devours a body. Sometimes death flickers like a candle flame: the slow suicide of one enslaved to addiction. At other times it is a dull glow: heartache and shame. Hurt and pain, heartbreak and rage are smoke signals that death is about to overtake us. And when death comes, our one desire is to make an escape. We become liked frightened animals. We want safety, comfort, and certainty.
H I G H E R T H I N G S __ 8
by Rev. Donavon L. Riley
