(For my Beloved Christian, who left this realm, March 31, 2010)

Death’s Painful Sting by Jade  

How cold and cruel is death’s painful sting,
As tears falls from swollen eyes.
Then tales of separation,
Begin to speak their lies.

 

They tell you that you’ve lost,
The one you love so much.
Forever to be gone,
Coldly taken by death’s touch.

 

The bitter pangs of a heart that’s torn,
Ripped out by death’s greedy hands.
Then doubts and fears of terror,
Begin to make demands.

 

They tell you that you’re guilty,
That somehow you’re to blame.
And you begin to question,
in the fire of hellish flames.

 

On the street, I thought I saw you,
How I’ve longed to see your smile,
But the tricks played on a forlorn mind,
Are just ghosts of death’s denial.

 

How dark and bleak is the life that’s left,
Ravaged by a broken heart,
I walk among the living dead,
… a victim of death’s dart.

 

The lonely depth of this empty nest,
Proves more than one can bear.
Death’s sterile way to pluck a life,
Lacks empathy and care.

 

Obsessed with thoughts of life or death,
My mind says it’s the end.
I wait above the precipice,
In two worlds, do I stand.

 

Immersed in contemplations depths,
Through emotions, do I wade.
Neither am I dead nor living now,
Decisions must be made.

 

How fervently, I’ve begged my God,
my life on Earth be done.
The answer comes back kindly,
“Your time has not yet come….

 

… Within this bitter cup you drink,
in the poison you ingest,
is the promise of a miracle
from which transcendence manifests.”

 

How raging hot is the fire that burns,
Purifying flames consume.
Devouring a time that’s passed,
Leaving ashes as its tomb.

 

But there, upon this barren waste,
Where death has done its deed,
Beneath this fertile soil,
Lays the promise of new seed.

 

Left on the path, in devastations wake,
And upon this hallowed ground.
This death transforms to beauty,
Where new life will soon be found.

 

I stop in awe and wonder,
At all I once believed,
That death could be so ugly,
Oh how, I was deceived!

 

How merciful is death’s great disguise,
So cleverly LOVE hides.
To show us who we really are,
through life’s ever-changing tides.

 

Despite my loss and sorrow…
far beneath my deepest pain,
I’m remembering who I really am,
This death was not in vain.

 

So grateful, this sweet sacrifice,
My loved made for me.
That I could find these precious truths,
Through such pain and misery.

 

So this is death’s great lesson…
to keep an open heart.
To BE great love and kindness,
Through the bitter and the tart.

 

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