Death

What to say at the end?

What is left in the end?

A lightening flash

A blink of an eye

A wave of a hand.

How swiftly this life does pass

As we struggle through the pass.

For death does not wait

Fear of death our weary weight.

We’ve learned to avoid

Tremble at the void.

Ditch death and praise birth

But isn’t death the birth of birth?

Without winter

No spring.

Without night

No morning.

For we all must sleep,

To awake.

Another drop back in the ocean,

Another wave in the ocean.

Ripples throughout time

Ripples of time 

We look to the heavens,

Seeking heaven in the heavens.

For we learned to live,

But lost how to die.

Know death with every breath,

Not waiting the last breath.

But how can the wind die?

How can the river end?

How can the dust be dust?

For ashes to ashes, this is what we are.

Just to return to where we came.

For every dusk, there is a dawn.

Yet here the sun shall not set,

The moon only wanes.

For death is nothing at all,

an interlude,

an illusion of summer to fall.

Nothing bad,

Nothing broken.

All is well,

All is certain.

I’ll always be here,

Though you might not hear.

I’ll be the light of the morning.

The tears of your mourning.

As we turn toward the morning.

For in the freshness of the dew,

how could we bid Adieu?

A dance we’ve danced, over and over.

Many lives, over and over.

For what is ending?

Down the stream bending.

A dream never ending.

No time between here and there,

just feelings between here and there.

Yet as dawn gives way to day.

No green, nor gold can stay.

Rage, rage at the dying light.

Then...go gentle in that good night.

For that’s how our world ends.

Not with a roar but a whisper.

The silent goodbye.

The solemn lullaby. 

The lamp can be dimmed

for morning has broken.

Nothing is lost, do not hold breath,

Let tears flow. For grief. For love.

In our last breath we abandon death,

Freed hands from a worn-out glove.

A life well lived the heavens applaud.

Then bow, rest in the arms of God.

It’s Your World, pg. 168-169