What will it be like to be dead?
What will it be like not to be?
Will it be like dreaming in bed?
Dreaming to be a bumbling bee?
Will it be good? Will it be bad?
Will there be laughter or just tear?
Will there be pain? Will it be sad?
Will there be joy? Will there be fear?
Maybe there will be just darkness,
Soft as velvet, darker than night,
Or pierced through with agile starkness,
A white streak of eternal light.
Maybe a gentle voice will sing
A melancholy lullaby
With silvery tone, caressing
My soul, ready to purify.
Perhaps there will be just nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all…
Vast emptiness, all embracing,
Without hope of clarion-call.
Maybe a great shore-less blue lake
- Home to a solitary swan –
Will be the place where I shall wake,
Reborn as an innocent fawn.
Who can tell what life is about?
And who can tell what death will be?
Life is learning, death has the clout;
Certainly, what will be will be.
© P. J. Oszmann (2000)
Illustration: Book Covers
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :)
enjoyed this write--i can't wait to find out :) (all in good time, that is LOL)
thought provoking, interesting write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
I think there is no one who hasn't wondered what the moment of death holds for them. It's a step no one can ever take for you. Awesome write!
~Linda
Your poem - in its simplicity lies the wisdom - reminds me at the same time of both my fears and of my confidence in Adon Olam, the Master of the Universe. I wish thus all now confronted with this issue lots of strength and courage - to say nothing of faith.
Shalom vBrachot (Peace andBlessings)
Gabor
I believe we meet with the other's that touched our lives and are content to be. To me death is just the end of one circle and the beginning of a new journey...