Poem – Death is the King of Spades

Life flows with the grace that we allow.
Death follows constantly behind the dreams we plow.
Time slows down and the rush of life fades.
Death knows all the tricks and is the king of spades.

He is not cruel he is more patient than we know.
Sometimes he chooses the moment that we will go.
But often he waits for us to be ready and very tired.
Of the games of life that we have so admired.

Then he asks if we will take his hand.
And he leads our soul out of the deep suffocating sand.
Because in life we have to keep moving to survive.
He understands that in order to revive.

We must depart this body and this moment in time.
And with his hand we suddenly know how to climb.
Out of the muck and mire of the physical body.
And into the pristine light that we truly embody.

He shows us the path to remember more than this place.
He waits for the right time and a place of grace.
Then he shows us the light that we always were.
And we remember that our energy can easily transfer.

In the future I too will take his hand.
And I hope that united we will reflect on a life so grand.
That we become the very best of friends.
As this current reality, dissolves and finally ends.

~Suzanne Wagner~

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