Life Beyond DeathA Poem by BelleA tourist
had spoken to me About the
land of America Of Africa
and even of my own Asia. I said,
I know little Of the two
as I know my own land, I am no
backpacker. I am a traveler Who sees
things In different
ways, and this is what I saw, This is what
I know : At the end
of every open land is a forest At the end
of every forest is a river At the end
of every river is an ocean And at the
end of every ocean you would find Grains of
sand that connect the land " An
affirmation That at each
end of every journey We arrive Where we
started. The arrival For the weak
is an end For the
strong is another beginning Of a new
course. My heart
bled for Haiti, For Japan;
and it bleeds, again, For Nepal. A
sage from the distant land Spoke the
same truth I saw, I
know, I have spoken : Open the
earth, it would give you life If it shakes
and opens by itself to take what it gave " Accept the
natural order. Grieve not
more than what you need. The arrival of death Is the arrival of a new form of life. © 2016 BelleFeatured Review
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