At Death's Touch Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The ripples of life are erased
When one enters through the door of death
Not even a tear is shed to close the door of life
As life is merged with the curtain of existence
All identities lie scattered
As death swallows all of your memories
The remnants of time are left clinging to your lifeless body
As if to scorn the face of time
Your body goes into rigor mortis
In protest of time's senseless attachments
In death one is freed from the grasp of time
There is no past, present and future
All of existence is stitched to the realm of the spirit
All of life is folded and pasted on the classroom of the unknown
It's not the final gasp that pronounces the end of your life
It's the life you left behind that propagates your existence
It's the Love in you that illuminates your destination
It's not unusual for death's touch to be a blessing
To remove all senses of loneliness
And dress you with the full garment of Love
Bringing you into the house of God
Love is the marvel of existence
As it passes through the hands of death unscathed
Love is the substance of existence
That flows through the gate of death untouched
Love is God

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