Death Never Knocks on its own Door (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Death Never Knocks on its own Door
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Wednesday, October 25, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Death Never Knocks on its own Door -- By John Herlihy Death never knocks on its own door, Nothing can block its advance ever more. It comes on tiptoes to each and every one, Tracking dust and ash from cobwebs spun. Arriving in silence with the final breath, Taken by the hand thru the door of death. Now in the embrace of this stranger held, The body on the floor as a grand oak felled. As still as stillness was ever meant to be, Never again this glorious, cruel world to see. Who is this stranger, but an angel of light, With streaming rays leading thru death’s night. Fingers of smoke slips thru the door’s key, As the human soul kneels on bended knee. In a rush of wind, death’s door creaks open, The final words in the narrative of life spoken. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Wednesday 20 September 2023

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on December 10, 2023

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT POETIC WORK, JOHN....LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. AND HERE THINKING ABOUT THE THEME, NOT EVERY ANGEL OF DEATH IS AN ANGEL OF LIGHT. BUT THEN I REALIZED THAT THERE WILL BE A TIME, YOU KNOW....WHEN DEATH, IN AND OF ITSELF... WILL DIE. AT THE BEGINNING OF THAT NEW HEAVEN AND EARTH...DEATH...WILL BE NO MORE! THANKS FOR SHARING THIS PROVOKER. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATION

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on October 26, 2023

I hope my trip is more like being shot out of a cannon, with a roar, flashing lights, lots of wind, and a great splash landing on a cloud. A nice band waiting and playing "Welcome to my world" would be nice.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 25, 2023

"Never again this glorious, cruel world to see." sizes up most human existence quite well--glorious but cruel.

No wonder so many look to death as a blessing. I plan to go willingly when just living becomes unbearable.

Ron

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Nicely phrased. Appreciate the chronological nature of death's MO. For many it's gradual. For others, it's sudden. Gradual=suffering. Instant=litte if any suffering. I've posted a notice on my door: no gradual death invited in. I thought about leaving it up for Halloween.