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Death - A Journey
This poem was inspired by a fellow hubber who posed a question on the forums. How does one prepare for death?
Whether it be ourselves or loved ones, can any one or any thing really prepare us for that transition? Can anyone or any thing prepare us for going through the door into the great unknown?
Perhaps we may never be as prepared? We may never know until we experience it.
Inevitably though, we must all take this journey and if we have love within perhaps it will be a peaceful one.
Across the vast divide
In death we shall go
Through the passage of time
Our life journey it does show
Ascending to heights of joy
Descending to valleys of sorrow
Through thorny thickets of pain
The rocky terrain we follow
Into the mirrors of mind
We see the shadows we form
The shades of grey of matter
Where heart and mind are torn
Continuing on our journey
We come to a dark unknown
The deafening silence it beckons
Follow me you’re not alone
Darkness distorts our vision
No doubt or fear exists
Calmly we travel onward
Finding love’s light in an ocean of bliss