Beyond The Veil Of Judgement Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

In death's great hall, where shadows roam,
You can't mourn a thief, or a criminal.
Me too, even a saint, for in the great chamber,
All are made the same.

Death, the act of leaving here for there,
Erases every name.

Death's great hall may neither be sweet,
Nor sour, nor fair.

But, a realm beyond the veil,
Where judgements fade, love remains,
And hearts still feel the same,

...

In eternal silence, we find our true name, our authentic identity.