Arriving

The end of awareness came gently upon me
Like feather touches and a last, deep sigh
And the wealth of nothing was all I could see
In those moments just after I died.
The freedom of no longer being
Was ecstatic to my troubled soul
Yet questions lingered, somehow perceiving
Those things I did not yet know.

I saw no river or loved ones awaiting
As promised from pulpits and prayer
No senses of pain or love or hating
Was present in that wondrous somewhere.
I only knew that I had arrived
And found wonder in all that I saw
Without thought of what power had contrived
My place as part of the Great All.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

Thanks for this.....I am no religious man but I still have this belief...or HOPE...that something lies beyond this mortal coil

[Sid]

I think all of us wonder what it would be like at the end or the beginning but this is an interesting view Dr. I have been off WC for a while and i finally came back a week ago and i just had to read your work and i'm glad i read this one; it gives me inspiration for a story i'm working on...great write!

[J. J. Nightingale]

I've been close, almost there..

Each of us have different ideas about that great beyond

I wonder if there will be punishment, or reward

Wish I knew where you r now.. and why you ponder the afters ..

Jazz XX

[DrD]

Seattle . . . . a dark seaside city with vagrant papers blowing across rain wet streets. Not the most inspiring sight from my hotel window. Maybe I'll be home by August. I hope so.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I hope so too .. :) xx