The gentle rustle in the trees whispers …
It calls your name.
But do you hear it?
As subtle as spirit.
“Come to me,” it calls
As a dead leaf falls.
Brittle.
No longer useful…
Each life on earth comes to an end
But you should have no fear.
When no longer does the body serve
And you know your time is near.
It’s just that you have grown attached
To things that you can feel.
But things that seem of matter
Are not what’s truly real.
Attachments that you’ve made
Will be but memories when you die.
You’ll look back through the veil and realize
Where reality does lie.
It’s in the mind and spirit -
That which you do call the soul.
And when you leave this life behind
It’s then you’re truly whole.
You’ll see yourself as all that is –
Something now you oft don’t feel.
For the body holds you back, you see,
From experiencing what is real.
Fear not this thing that you call death.
For fear does bring you pain.
You waste your time in worry
In what time it does remain.
The beauties that await you
Will reveal themselves when you
Pass from this earth and move beyond
To what to all is due.
Fear not the aging process
When the body grows quite old.
It’s leading you to yet more life
Of treasures yet untold.
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Fabulous poem and much reassurance from "spirit"that we should not fear death."For fear does bring you pain You waste your time in worry In what time it does remain."
ReplyDeleteEverything is stated so clearly. Our bodies are a wrapping that we leave behind as we move on. Our immortality is just a knock away and we should embrace the aging process as we live each day..
A lovely message of reassurance to those of us who are "up in years." The first stanza today provides a powerful and vivid image so beautifully expressed. Flowing on, the poem tells us to "Fear not this thing that you call death." There is more than just this material world we are experiencing at the moment.
ReplyDeleteOn to living our lives without fear today...