To live and die on this day

After getting acclamated to my surroundings here at Luther Seminary in my Stub Hall retreat cell, spending some good "read" time in the periodical stacks ( a custom I revisited from my seminary days) reading worship,liturgy,  and preaching journals.  I decided to take in a movie...So after eliminating choices, ( although "Underworld" in 3d Imax would have been cool) I participated in "The Grey." Now reviews are mixed and many, I won't bore you with my untrained take, other than to say...We who are students/drop-outs/or graduates of the men's movement, made popular 20-25 years ago, recognize all too well that this is a story about men's grief and pain.  It's a good movie for a fella like me who is on his own for a couple of weeks, who gets to face the wolves of aloneness ( not lonely, alone). Doing a "walk-a-bout" even in relatively safe environmnets makes one face mortality, and prioritize the loves of ones life (For me that would be Sue, Gretchen, Stefan and Marta in the very first tier)  Whatever else one may think of the movie, there is a constant theme about such priorities that tugs away at ones heart.
But the clincher, oh the clincher, is the poem:
Once more into the fray.
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day.
Live and die on this day.
Granted its not the most profound of all poetry, but like preaching, if it falls to the ears of the hearer "at the right time" (kairos)  then look out, soul work is at work!