Jay Narain Poet Couplet

A prespective on death

No shadow paused to rest beside my lonely frame,  
Yet now a circle forms around—silent, yet aflame.  

Gifts I knew not—my days passed like muted sighs,  
But now a cascade of petals crowns my skies.  

I thirsted once for just one caring hand to hold—  
Yet now, shoulders lean like silent oaks enfold.  

None walked but footsteps few along life’s fickle trail,  
But now a caravan blooms—grief’s survivors sail.  

Only today did death unveil her tragic grace:  
All my life I merely drifted—missing heaven’s face.

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Anne-Lise Andresen August 23, 2025 at 10:38 AM - There's a lot of comfort in a hand, Jay - "But now a caravan blooms—grief's survivor's sail" ... a powerful line in a profound poem - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs

Bill Baker August 22, 2025 at 4:03 PM Very deep and meaningful poetry, Jay. Somehow, I think we miss much of the depth of the experiences we are meant to have along our way here in the earth school. Blessings, Bill