The last day has come, I will not be sad
Death's release for me is good not bad
Deep in a forest of tall evergreen trees
Where honey flows from wild honey bees
I'll rest on the grass where foxes play
While velvet night slowly overtakes day
I'll listen to the songs the robins sing
Admire the flutter of hummingbird wings
I'll sleep beside a gentle, flowing stream
Where crimson koi and white lotus are seen
No need to pray if praying has been done
Peace in my soul when the reaper comes
And wherever I go when I leave here
I shall be loved and forever held dear
WONDERFUL! FOR, INDEED, IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW OR WHERE, JUST AS LONG AS WHEN WE WAKE...'HE' IS THERE. ENJOYED IMMENSELY, THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2022
sounds as if you have found the greatest spirit of peace and that's greater than gold.
A very well-expressed poem that is so peaceful acceptance of what is to be. The contentment of we had a life and it's time to leave fully-contented. This is so well-written, Susan!
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if I had the strength to climb up to one.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
Sandie
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