WHAT DEATH IS
Death is just a state of being;
a state of rest…
A state of peacefulness.
I view not death full of sorrow;
it’s merely an extension…
Extension into tomorrow.
When one has lived in this restless world,
the peace of death
seems life unfurled.
I know not now the pain and sorrow,
called forth yesterday…
Lasting through tomorrow.
Yet still I smile as though content;
my state of being is heaven sent.