Death is a guest at our door, uninvited
To some it brings bliss, to others perdition
Suddenly shows up at an unexpected location
Beyond which is Paradise or the pit…
The spirit is anxious to flee this world,
Breaths dying down in gasps
Everyone broods by the cold corpse;
The steps of the Angel of Death echo all around
Lonely lives reach death alone
Falling, standing and crawling in this abyss
Horizons stalked by nameless fears
In the end, buried in the void within
For the believer, calls are heard from the beyond,
They may fall, but like a drop, they still reach the sea,
Transcending the limits, extending to infinity
Free from the narrow confines of the mortal abode.
They step into the garden of spirits,
Walking under arches like rainbow,
Showers of joy, springs of bliss overflow,
A life-long journey unfolds its mystery.
- This article has first appeared in the Jan-Feb 2010 issue of the Fountain Magazine. Launched in January 1993 and published by US-based The Light Inc., The Fountain is committed to illuminating both the minds and the hearts of readers by covering scientific as well as spiritual topics. Visit this magazine's web site at The Fountain Magazine
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