The imminence of death seems to prompt people to have things in order for their eventual moment of departure. I often wonder about this. Is it to make death less of a burden for those left behind or a means of rehearsing for one's departure? I often become consumed with thoughts of the time I shall die, whether I shall be alone or with a loved one. What will precede this exit from life. Your poem dwells on this. Perhaps I am drawn to it by virtue of being in a similar situation. The last line I find puzzling.
I shall re read this a few times
Thank you for it
Keith
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Original item by John E Marks
John Marks
Wed 10th Mar 2021 22:41
Thank you, as ever, Keith for your incisive comments. A portico is a porch leading to the entrance of a building, or extended as a colonnade, with a roof structure over a walkway. So this is a metaphor for our journey towards the death that patiently awaits us all. By recognising that we all fall apart, maybe we will be less afraid of death and more prepared for judgement. John
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