Dying

by Ericka Gwen

We are a breed of a dying people

We are breathing yet we're dying

We are conditioned to believe that we are living longer,

but are we living wiser?

We worked hard to pay the price when we are already redeemed.

In the arms of darkness we take refuge

We ran away from light instead of go towards it

We searched far and wide to be born again

When we only need to say 'Yes'

We feed our body yet we forgot to feed our soul

We listen to beautiful music, but we forget to listen to His voice

We run to keep healthy, while we can't even walk with God

We cry while watching a movie, but apathetic of the ones in need

We see the beauty of the nature, but did not see The One who created it

We thank man who invented technology, but did not thank the one who created man

We see, yet we are blind

We hear, yet did not listen.

We are a breed of a dying people ...

The clock tick tocks and waits for no one at their convenience

When will we realize that our true home awaits with Him?

Awaken, dear soul, awaken!

(Writer's notes: This was written as a realization during a wake of a friend who died of acute leukemia and learning about several other friends' illnesses. )