Death

Death you hold, no fear for me.
With open arms, thee I will embrace
Through your illusion, I can see
A portal open to heavens grace

Guiding hands, in a golden light
Gently sets the spirit free
Once more from its earthly plight
The deaf will hear, the blind will see

Gone is our pain and our sorrow
Gone is the worry and stress
Like the body, we only borrow
Discarded and laid to rest

Death you hold, no fear for me.

Poetry by English poet David King