Fathoms Beyond Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly thinking over the events of this day.
Contemplating life in a different way,
acknowledging it's finite beauty.

Every aspect of glorious nature collected
quietly in moments of thought and held in memory
banks for an eternity of life held together by
the fringe of death.

Holding onto fragments on our deathbeds in the
palms of our hands, afraid to clasp them in
prayer for life may slip unknowingly away.

Frustrated by the powerlessness of our final
days we search for meanings, reasons for our
life as we knew and accepted it.

Now, looking forward we see no future in life,
only the future of our impending deaths.

Carefully held in the precious moments before
we breathe our last, all of our love, experience,
happiness, joy, sadness, despair, life, family
and nature coalesce into a mere second of death.

Not knowing the outcome of anything after our
eyesight, hearing, senses of touch and smell
have become extinct.

Our body's shell lies upon satin sheets of our
final resting place, laid to rest, words written
in marbled stone, attesting to the fact that
once upon the past we did live and experience a
full life, but now our time is past.

Tears fall silently upon our tombs underground,
as family members kneel in prayer, placing
flowers upon our graves - final reminders of our
life now lost.

Whatever hidden horizons or agendas after we have
been removed from our deathbeds of life.

Traveling now, down distant pathways through the
heavens, greeting those who have gone before us.

Life spins on it's axis differently than before,
finding the peace and serenity our souls crave
in a new and special way.

Suffering no more for the exquisite touch of our
natural life on earth, we spiritually reach out
to the fathoms beyond death.

Touching the solemn justice of our Lord on our
distant quest beyond the skies and stars of earth.

Finding a place, sparkling in the knowledge of
undiscovered bliss, anticipating moments in quiet
peace and solitude.