My Song-Bird Sings a Song of Freedom
My Song-Bird sings a song of Freedom,
For the Emissary of Delight;
I see a Paradise of blue skies.
The pure breath of the celestial regions,
Bestows a grand entrance, to welcome me Home.
Sweet Death, where is Thy fear?
I have discarded all desires;
My golden raiment’s now useless,
Meaningless and utterly false.
The joy of the Supernal Light now elevates my Soul;
I am transported on the Wings of Immortality.
Sweet Death, where is Thy terror?
This mortal frame lying now before You,
Was once life’s longing to be free.
I am not there!
Not in the Casket scented with the balm of frankincense,
Or the sheath bedecked in fine array.
There are those whom, of necessity,
Must do their grieving.
For they, too, must have their story.
Rejoice! For I am on the Elysian lap of Minstrels,
Sounding their conches all the way,
To an abode of Love-Delight.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted. 27th April, 2015.
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