Death (A Eulogy To My Former Self) Poem by Maurice Harris

It was a world where all I possessed were photographs to get me through the day-

A world of wonder awaited me beyond its walls, but God Begged me to stay;

In this world where life is never really encouraged or allowed,

Where the dreams you had made before this stay are disavowed-

You start to wither, and slowly move toward a certain death;

Then you do die, and as you take your last breath,

You are suspended in a purgatory of existence between

Earthly death and Empyreal life, like nothing most have ever seen!

Then an Angel appears, appareled in Celestial delight,

To show Herself before you, and envelop all your sight!

The Angel takes your hand and guides you back to life, anew-

Where before there was only anguish, She brings beauty to you-

Where before there was only death, in all its myriad forms,

Now there is only love, and all it delivers, to guide you through the storms!