It is alleged that
How we will face death
Will be determined
By how we face life
Time and time again
These very same words
Have been verbalized
And written in stone
Construed by dreamers
Expressed by clerics
Proscribed by great kings
Refined by scholars
In so many tongues
In many beliefs
In many poems
In so many songs
If we share our time
With goodness and strength
Death will not be feared
But faced with courage
If we laugh freely
And cherish kindness
Love will carry us
Across the darkness
If we understand
We shall be grieved
If we grant respect
We shall be revered
If we then live life
By the bloodied sword
We shall join the sword
With blood on our grave
If we then live life
With all that is good
Death will be embraced
With eternal love.
Amy Riberdy
12/27/02
I think it's wonderful you decided to write and post this poem. It makes me think about when I die, not that I haven't done that often. I don't fear death personally. I just hold on for my family and friends, who need me. If it wasn't for needing to help others and animals, I wouldn't bother being here now. I think what keeps us alive is our love for mankind because we can't always find the love for ourselves that we need to survive and that's why we give support. Thanks for getting me thinking and feeling a little more enlightened. Maybe, your poem will help others rest easier at night or in some way. One can always dream and wish...
Thank you Karyn.
You are & always will be a very special lady in my life♥
Gentle is the night♥