The Bringer Of Eternal Sleep
Death is the bringer of eternal sleep,
where time slumbers in everlasting peace.
And yet, still, close friends and family weep
when a loved one's earthly connections cease.
And as memories cause tears to increase,
a fractured heart honors the soul's release.
Death is beautiful, not an ugly thing:
one never feels thirst or hunger again.
And you will become one with everything,
instantly freed of any fears or pain.
There'll be no anxieties to constrain,
for a soul without limits, has free rein.
Your soul will ascend from its mortal guise
into a spiritual dimension:
the soul lives on, although the body dies.
Being souls is a point of contention:
yet belief can overcome dissension,
Death's the soul's only means of ascension.
Death's an Angel, assigned to turn life off:
you need but believe: let the doubters scoff.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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