Comments about jacob gates
The Death Of Life
I see the death everyday I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay ...