Death…. Through My Life. Poem by MBJ Pancras

Death did enter thro' the gateway of Disobedience in the Garden,
A separation from the Presence of God existed ‘twixt Heaven and earth,
And it was the spiritual separation ‘twixt the One and the ones,
First pronounced with the knowledge of Good and Evil,
The dethroned first parents chased away with the stigma of sin committed,
Where the greenery of Eden then turned barren and pale.

Pain and sorrows, the forerunners of Death, scattered pandemic,
Sweats and travails thrashed ‘cross human survival,
There had been entries and exits enacted on the world's stage,
The rich and the poor, the king and the citizens turned into dust,
And it's the established Law indelibly carved in mystery,
And shall end with the End of the world in HIS Coming.

I was formed in a woman's womb ‘gainst my wish,
My foetus grew within with the bond of umbilical cord,
And it fed my ‘life' within the wall of cells,
Unawares I learnt the truth of death anytime,
Yet the aim of death was not fixed then,
For I must see the world awhile as destined by HIM.

I entered the world as a babe crawling in the arms of my mother,
She smiled at me and I smiled at her,
I cried at her and she fed me her milk,
I was a babe of joy to everyone around me,
The meaning of death was veiled unto me,
For as predestined I had to enter the world of childhood.

Unawares I learnt crawling and walking with a few utterances,
Quick flashes of Truth traversed within unawares,
Death must have aimed at me, but it missed its mark
For my time of exit had not been written in HIS Book,
My mind had been still hid with unripe knowledge,
So I dwelled in the clothes of childhood till I grew to a boy,





The spirit in my boyhood was delighted with the sprightly dance of the daffodils,
I was taken to the chamber of letters and diagrams, mixed with pranks,
I flew kites and balloons and learnt juvenile skills to scramble through,
Thorns must have pricked me with blood oozing out,
Tiny vestiges of death must have encountered me,
But unawares a shield of protection always travelled with me.

As an adolescent I grew with the knowledge of existence of soul within,
My life tainted with dirt and filth, consciously and unwittingly,
Unawares I must have bitter experiences of mocking dangers,
The tenets of life on earth had always veiled the truth of death to me,
I must have travelled with the unseen breath of death,
Yet the hand of death had not targeted me before time.

I entered into the clothes of manhood, pale and gloomy,
Amidst fire I strolled holding a two-edged Sword,
I fell into dungeons smeared with mud and sludge,
With the perception of vestiges of death scurried thro' corridors,
At times I broke the Law deliberately,
Yet the aim of death lost its mark upon me.

Now I run my life thro' fragrant thorns with pleasant bruises,
Enigmatic vestiges of terror of death lashes my spirit,
Persistent lingering of fatal epidemic demonstrates its cruel act,
And it's a massacre staged by the cowardly Evil,
Which has its black scepter flaunting ‘gainst the GOOD,
And the breath of death passes nearby, but HE is with us.

But the day will come as the day was fixed to me,
And as the Law of the Divine Master the aim will hit the target,
And I shall be one amongst in the line of the grave,
The nature of my exit hath been veiled with the time unknown unto me,
Yet the Word hath already marked the sojourners' exit distinctly,
And it's my concern to let my soul pass gently beside HIM.