From Ashes To Ashes And Dust To Dust Poem by Martin Nyundu

It comes out of darkness,
Without warning, without signs.
Uncontrollable, invisible, and strange—
It is Death, the silent thief of time.

When it walks among us, sorrow fills the air.
We do not know why it chooses one of us.
Only it knows why a soul must depart,
Leaving behind flesh, taking the spirit.

It was in the night when one of mine was taken.
I asked myself, Where has he gone?
To Heaven… or to Hell?
The question echoed, again and again.

Only He—the Creator of all—knows.
He calls His creations when He wills.
Who is He?
Perhaps that question lingers in your mind.

When someone you love has gone,
Do not weep too long,
For the reasons may lie beyond our knowing.
The Creator, in mercy, may have spared them pain—
And called them to rest.

We mourn each day,
Eyes wet with memory each year.
We say these are the hardest moments of our lives—
And truly, they are.
But in our sorrow, love remains.

Sometimes, it moves through people to reach its target.
How?
We hear of people killing each other.
Why?
The reasons we know—money, love, and pain.

Regret might follow, if he still existed.
Only the Creator knows his fate.
When your mission is complete, Death will guide you—
To Heaven or Hell.

We are left with echoes of his soul,
Flesh returns to earth, but not the whole.
His character lingers, bold and bright—
A whisper in day, a shadow in night.

We bury the body, but not the man,
His stories live on in every plan.
He's etched in our hearts, in every breath,
A presence untouched by time or death.

They tell us, "Be strong, " and so we try,
But grief is a slow and silent cry.
It takes not days, but years to mend,
And still, we wish to walk with him again.

Only He, the Maker, knows the reason why
You were left behind while others passed by.
But hold your ground—complete your quest,
And in due time, your soul will rest.

When your hour comes, where will you go?
To light or shadow—do you know?
Ask yourself, don't wear disguise,
The truth you hide still meets your eyes.

Don't fake indifference when you care,
Your heart speaks loud—be true, be fair.
Do what is right, walk bold, walk clear,
And you will live untouched by fear.

For fear is born when paths are blind,
When we lose sight of the grand design.
But purpose lights the darkest way—
So walk in truth, and never stray.

Death is everywhere in the world
You do not see it coming,
Nor do you feel it coming—
It blows like the wind.
Do what is right,
And you'll be ready to welcome it