GONE

Thoughts of what others should after we are gone. A death poem

Cry not for me when I die

Call not upon your tears of anguish

For away from this decadent world I will have gone

Into a better place far beyond

Weep not for me when am gone

Call not upon your broken heart for answers

For just a portal away I shall be waiting

For the finger of judgment to cast its call

Wail not for me on my departure

Faces of sorrow do not carry with you

For a better place, we are told, awaits me

If by the ways of the cross I had lived

Sing not praises for me on my last day

Make no hymns in my name to be sang forever

For my actions on earth were not worthy of that

And my speech and my deeds were further from equal

Pray not for me when am gone

Call not unto the lord for special favours

For my destiny I had already shaped while on earth

I made my bed and I must lay on it

Cry not for me when am gone

Call not upon your tears of anguish

For to a better place, it is said, I am gone

And who are we to believe otherwise.

Author's Note

All thoughts are welcomed.

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

Hello whitehart!
This could be one of my personal favorites. Your subject is not an easy one to tackle but you made it seem conversational in ease and lyrical in form. This is quite good. I also loved the consistency of the image of mourning and its debunking.

True enough we are but who we are when we are still here.
Upon having gone to another "life", it is then we become "more than we are" for we come to the presence and grace of absolute happiness in His kingdom!

For to a better place, it is said, I am gone
And who are we to believe otherwise.
-My favorite lines.

Personally, this poem has been an eye opener in its simplest brevity.
Thank you for sharing. :)
Keep writing whitehart.

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