Loving Entity

It's confusing right now,
yet so utterly clear.
I held the hand of death
and felt it near.

It wasn't cold or cruel or mean.
It did not tempt or tease or scream.
It was a quiet thing.

Exhaustion and no will to move.
Nothing left to win or lose.
Echoing, my heart still beat repeat.
No feel of loss accosted me just there.

It wasn't painful apathy.
It did not bring new tears in streams.
It was a gentle thing.

Allowing seemed the essence of
the power of pure love within the air.
A love so true that sadness came
to bless and tame the undiluted
fires of will and fame.

It wasn't tense.
It bid me rest in loving arms again.
It was a grace of joy and peace divine.

Heart eased of all the many burdens
born of mankind's mind.
Time and space at one with
what was always truly mine.

Confusing and yet oh, so clear.
I held the hand of death and felt it near.
It wasn't cold or cruel or mean.
It did not tempt or tease or scream.
It is a loving entity of life...

? Michaelette ?

11/17/2002,
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