Death Comes - Poem by Randy McClave
Death it is not so scary
I am not afraid when it arrives
I am gone my soul survives
So my body alone they will bury.
I am not afraid of dying
When my time comes I will go
Place me in an urn or in a meadow
That time I will not be denying.
Someday soon I will be dead
That will be the end of my existence
I will go without fighting or resistance
Nothing more will I fear or dread.
My life I am not afraid to leave
And I will not leave with guilt or shame
When that day comes my body death will claim
And my soul GOD will retrieve.
I am not afraid to die
Death will visit us one and all
I will not beg and I will not crawl
I will accept it as I say my last goodbye
Death it is a doorway
It is not a dream or a dead-end
One day that event we all will attend
As death comes for us all one day.
Randy L. McClave
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