Beyond Death

Beyond Death short poem

Beyond Death we cannot think
Under the Bridge we go blind
Not thinking I reach out my hand
Until His hand takes mine.

I’ll go through Life hopeful
Thoughtless of things I will say
Little known places, people, ideas
Shaken at the end of the day.

Please take me kindly
Lead me to the End
Do not mistake this for fear
Like Birth, reality, will transcend.

I watch you take this journey
Thankful for your thoughts and words
I’m left behind stirred with fire
Your legacy is beautiful and absurd.

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