Poem – Those We Love

 

Those we love will come and go.

Those we love often refuse to know.

How much we care as they begin to leave.

They try to survive by pull things out their sleeve.

But when we love … we want them to be safe.

We know that their fear is because of proximity to that gate.

The one that will take us away from this life.

The one that is an unknown but that will release them from strife.

Today there are those that struggle in fear.

Because death is close, and life is less near.

They grieve the loss of so much left undone.

They try to fight but there is no where to run.

Those that love them hold out their hands.

But some will refuse and instead take a stand.

But such a stand will not save them from what will be.

What remains is what all of us will see.

Eventually, we will have to put our hand on that door.

Because death is an event that none will be able to ignore.

The angel of death is not a foe.

And no amount of words … used as ammo.

Will stop the body from dropping away.

And leaving the soul standing in utter dismay.

We are here to learn how to gracefully let go.

But some are frightened because they do not know.

If those they love are on the other side.

And they want to still live and refuse to see the tide.

The angels of death will come for us all.

But even when some see the curtain call.

They will refuse to appear, and the applause will eventually fade away.

Embrace this life but death is not some doomsday.

What exists forever is the spirit within.

n this life … you took your soul for a spin.

Into the domains of love and joy.

Into the worlds of Leo Tolstoy.

But something better waits on the other side.

And when it is your time, just allow the tide.

To carry you past the fears of the mind.

And allow you to find a peace that was the intended design.

Live a full life and let death be the one of grace.

Live in too much fear and death becomes a race.

One that we can never really win.

Because we can never go back to what has been.

~Suzanne Wagner~