Wrote a quick poem today. Its based on something that I’ve been feeling lately – the absence of the fear of crossing over. Losing someone you love to death is frightening or seeing someone you love, suffering or suffering from a disease is terrible but death itself is not. What do you think of it? Incidentally, I read a post written by Hemlatha where she wonders how it will be after death and decided to post my take on it.
When I die, don't cry for me; for you see I'm not going to be alone there I'll have people who care as much or more- Those that went before I imagine my mother standing with open arms, smiling At heaven's door Her eyes so kind, it'll heal my core I see my father standing beside her- watching me like he did, when I felt a stir at the pit of my stomach- when I was stuck in a rut I remember how it worked miracles then, on my gut- his mere presence. That's the essence of crossing over for me, you see- I imagine I'll be home again when at last, to rest I'm lain So, don't cry when I die For me For I'll be as happy then as I am now. Say, 'Amen' Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.