I once met a man who died.With one look of His eyes, I think that I love Him.
"What does it mean to live?" I ask Him when He tells me that He is going to die.
"To walk the path of God," He says.
"And the meaning of Death?" I ask.
"To live forever."
I laugh at him.
But He smiles for me, and I feel ashamed. [And I feel happy]
"How should I live?"
"You must kill the you that is killing yourself. But that is the you that will kill me."
And with that look in his eyes, I know I hate Him.
"I don't know you," I say.
"Then you will die." And I see that He is sad. "But this is why I must die."
"But you don't know me." He looks at me quietly, and I realized that it was a lie.
"I'll come to see you again," He says [as He is about to die]. "And then you'll really live."
It feels so wrong. And yet I know it's so right.
But my heart is hard, and I turn away as the sparks fly up.
But I know when I see Him again
things will be different.
