Meeting Death
Ever since the dawn of time many religions and sets of beliefs have ascribed a personality for death. My personal belief is that death is a natural concequence of life. It is not to be feared, simply accepted as an interrruption to the journey. What happens after that I leave up to you. I have certain beliefs that comfort me. When I was a child I pondered occasionally on death (if you are honest, we all do at some time or another) and I wondered what death, if he were an individual or entity of some sort, would think. The following poem offers a perspective.
Live well,
Ollie Lind
PS I make no apology for presenting what may seen grim to some, but I believe all of life has beauty in some fashion, even if only to highlight the real positives that exist for us all and are often ignored.
Softly
Softly I walk; alone as always,
never near, never far from others
and yet they know nothing
of me.
I see all I wish and more,
no more do I hope for surprise
to carry me forward to joy;
the joy of expectation.
Birds are free and, to the touch
soft.
Silent for most of life, but free
to soar above all expectation.
Inevitably all approach me;
they do not seek but cannot avoid
embrace with me, the final embrace
of death.
Softly I walk, now not alone but
with them, they who seek peace
and quiet, to withdraw at last
from life, softly.
Not bad. Thanks for this post! That really got me thinking.