The Awakening
Page 50, Stones, Winds and Life

Dying is hardest on those you leave behind
You’re in Gods hands, no cares on your mind.
You’re through the vale...old friends you hail,
The living you leave,
Hoping reality to them will not deceive.
Look to the truth, you should as you leave
But your voice is muffled,
As the fourth dimension you achieve.
The tunnel of light carries you there
The whisper, the quiet, the love in the air.
Bliss from the Almighty, peace from above
Knowest you now, God’s pure love.
The body you leave for them to mourn
To adjust to your passing, like a still trumpet horn.
You’re free at last, it is hard for them to tell
A few wish you’d gone to “Hell.”
But surprise, surprise, you’ll welcome them in time
They’ve finished their paths; with God’s light, they too will shine.
As innocence of children, so we strive
Let us not judge, nor contrive.
Trust in God, let your inner soul sing
Be not afraid of this “dying” thing.
Feel the closeness of nature’s being
It is no accident without the eyes you’re seeing.
The universe is there.
Close your eyes in quiet and sense its presence as air.
So as you live, sense the clues of God’s might.
The love and softness shall welcome you on your last night.
Look to nature to see the trend.
In the stiffness of death the soul does not end.
Your being, the essence of you,
To nature, to the universe,
To God be true.

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