Grieve Not Poem by Lynn W. Petty

Grieve Not

Grieve not for me that I*have stepped outside the pale.
Man's death is not a void*a thick congeal of night.
The ground whereon I stand*is just beyond the veil;
A firmament of soul*illumined by the Light.
Grieve not for me that I*transcend this human dream,
For I ascend above*the tumult, din and blare.
Come visit my gravesite*as often as you deem,
You'll visit my remains*but I will be elsewhere.
Death is disunion, a spiritual flight, of soul from sense.