Words Of Comfort (In The Time Of Death) Poem by Astell Collins

Let not his passing steal the many memories that his life has afforded you. He has returned to his original form and is awaiting yours. He is now everywhere. He may be as far as beyond the distant stars or as close as the caressing wind. He will speak to you through the channels of nature. You have to listen, you have to look.

Free yourself from the idea that everything has to begin and thus end, that we must be born and thus die. Let us remember that he was a spirit being having a human experience, like we all are. We are not what we notice but rather the observer of what we notice. It’s a liberating affirmation and a powerful reminder that we don’t have to be confirmed to all the boundaries and limitations of our humanity. The only way to escape grief is to allow ourselves a moment to grieve. So I implore you, grieve, and free your soul from the burden of lost. Cry, I beseech you and experience the essence of this our human existence. Just explore the beauty in our ability to express our emotional dialogue.

Allow his return to be a blessing that encourages you to love and appreciate your remaining loved ones. Death has the awesome ability to expose the fragility of life. It reveals to us the reality of our humanity and forces us to discover eternity. In this our human form we are confined to moments of now, its all we had and that’s all we’ll ever have. So let us stop indulging ourselves in the dangerous fantasy that we will be here to welcome tomorrow forever.