Death has no fear for me
only the trappings of death:
family gathered round
waiting for my last breath
Oh Lord let me be spared
the embalmer’s attention,
the viewing, the coffin, the tears
a newspaper mention
Suffer me not to be borne
into a church to the knell
and the languid sound
of a passing bell
May I just fall down
on a sun-lit moorland ground,
away from the sight of all
and not be found.
7 replies on “Death Has No Fear”
Oh, so beautiful! So beautiful indeed! Death is beautiful – we should make it beautiful and not sad. Thank you for this uplifting thought… stay well!
Such kindness. Death could be beautiful, without the trappings, to slip away in nature, in all her majesty… this is my prayer.
Yes indeed. Alone, with nature… and certainly, sans all trappings, rituals.
Beautifully written- I wonder …..where did this come from?
How well said, my dear friend!!! That is exactly the way of it…
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
where did this come from? I’m working on a longer piece about accepting death and dying, and this poem came as I went further into my thoughts. I hope it will be seen in a positive light.
I can see the similarity in Shakepeare’s sentiment. Thanks for spotting it.