Death becomes us all.
It lays siege to our souls
And seeps between our fibres.
It draws the blinds in our heart
And carries a chill into our arms.
It lifts the weight of burden
And kisses us in sweet farewell.
Alas, do not weep
For it is a fleeting thing that barely glimpses our way.
It is not a shadow that eclipses our being
Nor is it a darkness cold and unrelenting.
Why do we condemn it as a vile malevolence?
When it has so gently brought to me
A bliss ever bright and forgiving.