Death is but a doorway

Requiescat in pace

Death is but a doorway,
a shadow through a wall
and often when we lose loved ones-
we feel that we could fall;
through a hole of darkness,
a fitful unrest;
of always trying to find the
purpose of life-
at its worst and best.

Through pain we can appreciate pleasure
our life before death,
love before hate,
hope and faith before bequest;
because we have learnt
death is only a doorway
and our beautiful spirit is gliding
through a wall
towards a blinding light
which has peace all around;
where only love, laughter and happiness
can be found.

Pain will always be felt
by the ones left behind,
but the "Spirits" of our loved ones
would want to ease our minds;
in the knowledge that they are within
God's beautiful place
and they have left far behind
our darting rat-race.
In the unrelinquished dark,
we should always remember:
our loved ones are always there to talk to-
when we are walking alone in the park.

David Wakeham ©1992

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a matchless elegy

a matchless elegy which would lift the spirits of nearly all



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Thank you

Thank you saiom for taking the time to respond and for your kind words. They are greatly appreciated.

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