funeral of life

the second arrives,

for the final breath,

the senses grow numb,

life turns into death.

 

the body remains,

in this worldly place,

while the soul says farewell,

without any trace.

 

 an empty creature,

in the clean white bed,

devoid of spirit,

that into eternity fled.

 

nothing matters now,

no restlessness of mind,

no effort to strive,

no fear to stay behind.

 

everything's calm,

in the darkness of grave,

silent and peaceful,

delightful and safe.

 

what goes on in the world,

is now light years away,

sorrowless is the corpse,

either at night and day.

 

it's so easy to rest,

in the heart of light,

everlasting brightness,

makes it alright.

 

the funeral begins,

on the remote earth,

but the corpse can't perceive it,

it''s losing its worth.

 

they play the music,

but the dead can't hear,

disconnected from yound,

and any other fear.

 

the sobbing voices,

that so excessively pray,

are too worldly for the one,

who walks the beautiful way.

 

Burial of life,

perfection to last,

redeemed by God's will,

erasing all past.

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

ok, I just have to point one just one thing; That last line; erasing the past... Sorry, I don't agree with that, I mean, whatever happened, they happened and there's nothing we can do, but learn from it, that's all

Anyway, it's all good here...

[Marie]

Nicely written.

[PhoeniX]

very solemn words you put out. good write.