Death Is My Friend And Yet

When a river in sea subsides, Alive unto sea it still lives, So does life, to death when abides, Departing, birth to new life gives. On giving birth to a new life, Udders flush with milk, ma cow Turns to newly born calf in love, Death too is with milk of life rife. Drops of rain, a great life giver, Die soon as fall upon parched earth, Whilst falling into a river, They die as well but not their worth. So Death cometh no life to end, Nor with breath ceasing the life ends, Life to a new journey extends To make fresh start; Death, thou art friend! And sure indeed, Death be my friend, This I know as everyone knows, And yet, when Death is close at hand, I wonder where my wisdom goes! ________________________________________ Musings | 02.07.10 |