Moving On ---
Oh death why are you painted so black
you are white, a relief from hoary age
and pain wracked days. you are life.
The ego maligns you, calls you down.
You are a door another change
a movement on, not black.
Not black as twisted priests would have.
Not dark , not sin, not emptiness.
You are the next stage, the new birthday
show me, guide me, take me when my time comes
but not before, let me have this to the end
Let me love all of this as I love thee.
Copyright © Paddi March | Year Posted 2013
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