Shed the dread of death. it's new beginning: A poem
Shed the dread of death. it's new beginning: A poem The ending fills us with a chilling dread, A vast unknown, a shadow we can't chart. Our little minds can't grasp the final fade, A change of form, a worldly life depart. It’s not annihilation, this strange role, A natural passing, making spirits whole. Deem death a phase within life's art, A shift in being, not a final start. Awareness guides us to the unknown goal, A transformation, not a stark black hole. Embrace the truth, this ever-present chart, That death's renewal is life's truest art.