When death comes: A poem 

When one has paid one’s debt 

Perhaps, it’s time for death. 

How to reckon with the sorrows when the time has come 

That memories and tears will linger in the minds of some 

Yet life’s little blessings were in truly caring and sharing 

To be a beacon of love and in so unswervingly doing 

Shining the light on each and every one and verily showing 

That spreading cheer around kept the inner self glowing 

When death beckons…to gladly and determinedly go 

as all encumbrances and anxieties matter no more 

Yet to know that one was purely luminescent for others 

is the secret wisdom that is what really matters 

Taking with one all the love to fondly remember 

In the aftermath, when peace and happiness are rendered 

Death finally brings the calling from the real home 

A life well-spent will forever in God’s bliss roam 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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