The Kingdom Of Death
Destiny allows that we have many choices;
regarding whatever path we may go;
the Master is listening to hear our voices;
seeing how our choices made us grow.
No matter, whatever path we may choose;
on our pilgrimage of life’s journeys;
destiny demands that our life we shall lose;
and face the Judge, without attorneys.
For each one is appointed a time to die;
it’s a kingdom, that we cannot ignore;
its absolute certainty, demands a reply;
for it’s the event we fear and deplore.
Death is often described as a valley;
the lowest point in all of life;
instead, it ought be the place we rally;
marking an end to sorrow and strife.
For, death isn’t really a kingdom at all;
instead, it’s time for change and peace;
like a vestibule, where we’re on call;
from all troubles, gaining release.
Death, the realm where the body’s discarded;
and the energy of the soul, set free;
a lifetime of wisdom, to the soul, imparted;
allowing us to be, what we’ll be.
Death is regarded as an outer darkness;
a cruel completion to our longest night;
instead, it’s the end of a rigid starkness;
allowing our soul to return to the Light.
Monty 7/31/22. # 1,238