Whisper Of The Leaf To The Living.

There is always the end.It may come,like the thief at the night,stealing up on its unsuspecting victim.it may come ,like the hurricane,exultant in the full,naked fury-of its power catches up with noon.It may come,unsure and with lingering doubts, keeping its victim i the agony of suspense and uncertainty.A prolonged illness, for instance.But it always comes.
To man and woman;insert,bird or beast.
  The end .it is not the light at the end of the tunnel.it is the darkness at the end of the tunnel .Oh,There may be celestial city up there where angels minister to the souls of the good and the righteous, but whatever those with the secret telephone line to haven may say,the end is not the darkness before dawn;it is the darkness after dawn.
   It is the awesome termination of life. it is the sorry,and sometimes sudden,end to years of planning,years of struggles or years of accumulation.The end makes nonsense of man,reducing his foresight, his plan and his struggles to a single, inexplicable act of folly,Would men and women struggles hard,endure so much suffering and discomfort in pursuit of a life far removed from want only to find themselves suddenly called up yonder?
   Question not the end or the reason thereof.it fits in perfectly with the divine order.perhaps,the end as the constant reminder of inevitability (not  to talk of abject futility)gives life that mysterious thing that commends everyone to live it to the full.The end is the eternal secret of God.No man (and certainty, no woman) knows when the end will come and how it be . so, no man and no woman ever quiet prepares for the ultimate exit,inevitable as it is.
 Thus, for some,the innocuous peck on the check of a child or beloved ones,accompanied by the innocent expression of a temporary separation-good bye( a few hours,a day, a week or a month)-turns out to be the final-act;the good bye becomes final and the separation becomes permanent,when the certain comes down,plans carefully made and nurtured in full anticipation of a life more abundant,come to grief .And wealth and riches -fruit of honest or dishonest labour-are left on-enjoyed.
   The end.The candle,the brief candle,ends its dance in the wind.it succumbs .An insect falls supine.The eagle drop from haven.Man's breath ceases.The light goes out.Darkness walks in. The black shroud--the designer wear for the final exit and the permanent curtain between here and hereafter---reminds the living there is always the end,the inevitable ,final exit over which neither Juju nor science hold sway.
  American comedian,George Burns, says he is not afraid of flying because he knows if the end meets him there,he will go down in good company.The meter-or strides across the sky.Kings and princes;queens and princesses.In fact and figuratively.Fame and success make demand that other must meet.For others,the curtain comes down with barely a murmur from the audience Meteors are not seen.The drums calling the citizen out for the obligatory public expression of grief and sense of loss are silent,The poor,the paupers,the unknown.Commoners.As in living so is the end.There is always the permanent class division.The famous and successful depart and grief overwhelms, forcing the sun to delayed ever so briefly its daily stroll from east to west.The unknown and the poor depart and time is rebuked for trying to wait long enough to record the time of departure.There is,for you, one secret God is most unwilling to share.
   The end.Science does wondrous things.Test tube babies.The computer.The Aeroplane .Brain surgery;heart transplant.Man on the moon.But the end?Science is beaten,helpless.It can only peer.it cannot penetrate.God keeps the secret close to His own heart .it is his clear,unambiguous demonstration of His awesome authority and power,it is the one knowledge He alone is privy to.Unfair?Oops:Men and woman are thus reminded that no matter their station in life,everyone is a mere mortal,living on time allotted by God. And no man knows how much time he has .Men and women must live their lives,uncertain of when or how the end will come but painfully aware that no matter how much the confronts of the life cushion that awareness,the end must come sometime,somehow.
    Even the bible finds it wise to remind us all that the end is only a ticking of the clock away.It enjoins us,with a sense of fatality:Let us eat and drink ;for tomorrow we shall die''.(Isaiah 22:13) That is not,to be sure, an endorsement of profligacy or riotous living.Life has a better and greater purpose than food and drink. So we must struggle to overcome,to accomplish,to accumulate.In struggling, We give Inspiration; in overcoming,we give courage;in accomplishing,we give meaning and purpose to life and in accumulate accumulating, we Savour the fruit of our labour.Destiny may make the bed we lie on,but few men and women ever know what destiny has in store for them if they refuse to scratch the surface of the earth in search.We search , we find.And our talent bloom.Their flower sweeten the world.Their fruit feed the hungry.
    To every man and woman God gives talent And every man has a divine order:go ye and achieve.
  No ma's achievement come to naught by the inevitable act of the final exit.Work endure;achievement endure ;names endure.These make the end merely a cut-off point.Let the falling leaf whisper to the living.