In shrouds of black, scythe held high, manner firm but kind and wise He goes about his business, collecting souls at their bodies demise For eternity he listens, to their anguish and regret Of all their dreams and hopes, and all their needs unmet Of words unsaid, or said too much, of never seizing the day Of time unspent with loved ones, because life got in the way Not for the first time he wondered, could there be another way? One soul dreamt of joining the circus, to perform for all to see People told her she was crazy, she went into accountancy For security money and safety, for fear of the unknown To reap the harvest of the seeds that she'd already sown As Death approached, her dream, rekindled in her heart Alas, too late, its beating stopped, no more time to start Another soul had worked, until his dying day He thought that work was the answer, he thought that it was the way To live a life fulfilled, to show others he was worthy Work and sleep and barely eat until the end of his journey He looked around his bedside, full of remorse that he was alone He'd worked so hard to prove himself that he faced the end on his own The next soul was full to the brim, of feelings she never expressed Of joy, anger, sadness and love, which she always kept close to her chest For fear of looking foolish, or not knowing where to start To let out into the world, the feelings from deep inside her heart She sobbed and raged and laughed, when it was clear she would soon feel no more Death felt compassion for this soul, who found her humanity at his door The next soul held a regret that was most common for Death to observe He had lived a wonderful life, but one he didn't feel he deserved So he worried, doubted, fretted, awaited catastrophe Held himself back from a life he could have lived so very happily At the end, a crushing blow, to see he had a good life all along If only he'd been present, instead of wondering what could go wrong The last soul etched on Death's list, as he finished up for the day Was a woman of one-hundred-and-two, who smiled as he came her way She welcomed him like an old friend, told him she was ready to depart She'd had an epic journey, it was time for the next one to start Death rarely spoke but found, he couldn't let this opportunity pass by He asked her how she was so at peace, knowing she was about to die The woman took his hand, warming his bones with her touch She told him it was easy, when she'd lived and loved so much Her heart had been open to all, as she made her way through life She'd been a daughter, sister, mother, lover, friend and wife She'd tried all her dreams and failed many times, found other dreams she liked more She'd been ill and been hurt and lost loved ones, but kept love burning strong at her core She'd trusted her path, never doubted, that she was always right where she should be Compassion, trust and perspective, she told him these things were all key In helping her through the tough times, bringing her back to herself when she strayed In showing her the joy in the small things, even when she felt alone and afraid If he had breath in his bones he would exhale, a sigh of relief this day For finally, here was the proof, that there is another way That a soul could leave in contentment, pass without fear or remorse or regret Death’s burden of sorrow was lifted, there was hope for humanity yet He untethered her soul so gently, that her passing was a soft gentle sigh To the family gathered at her bedside, who had come to say their goodbyes Death looked back as they journeyed onwards, saw the light in her loved ones souls She’d taught them how to love, she’d taught the next generation how to be whole He understood then that this was her gift, which she’d left behind in the world He looked forward to seeing, at the end of all time, how this gift she’d bestowed would unfurl.
Heartfelt read !!
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Glad you enjoyed it 😚
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Good job the Kleenex were handy xxx.
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Bless you! 😚Glad it resonated 💓
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Wow. Could really relate to those powerful words Rae. Well done.
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Thank you 🙏 it’s great to hear it resonated 😚x
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