What is it like to give up the body
so the soul can soar high

Far to that place of complete solace
no human eye begins to see

What is it like to be with the One
who holds the sunset in the sky?

What is it like to see the Giver of Life
when your body has breathed its last

Precious child, born from my body
what is it like to die?

Engulfed in seas of sadness
death has crushed my core

But for you, a triumphant occasion—
beauty in glistening warmth

Freedom from pain, exempt from sorrow
continuous Love and Light

Standing where the stone holds your name
my eyes scan the heavens

Shaded from the answer I cannot grasp
what is it like to die?

Copyright © 2002 Alice J. Wisler. All rights reserved.

Daniel's House Publications and Writing the Heartache are web sites to visit for those seeking comfort.

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