POEMS ABOUT DEATH & MEMORIAL > Death Never Comes...
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DEATH NEVER COMES...

Death never comes unexpectedly.
You know.
You may not tell others, 
yet deep inside you know.
You feel her quiet presence.
She comes to your room 
about two weeks before, 
and she stays there silently. 
She watches,  
as if she wishes to know 
the one thoroughly, 
the one with whom 
she will soon dance the final dance.
She gives you time 
to feel her too.
First terror, 
then poignant pain, 
then sorrow, 
then fear, and sadness for the ones 
you leave behind,
and then peace.
Peace of knowing
that nothing really matters, 
that the life on earth 
is an ongoing process, 
that all unfinished thoughts 
will be finished 
by other great minds, 
all tasks will be completed.
The thoughts, creative ideas, 
all circulate in the Universe.  
Our minds, if open, pick them up, 
develop them further, 
and if we die, 
they don’t disappear.  
They continue to circulate.
Remember LILA, this is all
a great play of God.
Does the flower die, 
when it creates seeds?  
Or is it just transformed?
So when death comes, 
and stands in your room, 
know that it is your time to rest, 
that nothing you’ve created 
will disappear.  
Know that your God 
is inviting you 
to play.

LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2002

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