Death Is An Interval, Not the Event

I
When I knew I am but space
When all bodies are distilled
We learn only space filled
Us, with energy as interface

II
Death separates birth and birth
We never learn this at school
Ask a wave its beginning (Fool,
I am, until water said "I'm first")
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George Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 7:40 PM
This poem has far deeper meanings than seen outwardly ! 'I' should die in the cleansing waters and then 'I' becomes "Us".... Great Anil !
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November 20, 2021 at 4:17 PM
I enjoyed your poem. Death separates birth and birth. Even when were born into the world we are (spirt) dead until we except Christ, then we are born again by the Holy Spirt. Blessings ~ Debra
Deo Avatar
November 21, 2021 at 6:29 PM
you nailed it, Sis: "born again" has a better and better ring, as when Jesus told Nicodemus in John 3. shalom, shalom and THANK YOU Debra
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