Dealing with death is a difficult thing,
most of us don't know how.
We don't know what to do or say.
Fear surrounds the whole idea of death.
Fear of our own mortality.
Fear of the loss.
Fear of the loneliness.
I have considered funerals barbaric-
knowing what friends and family must experience.
Some say they are necessary for closure'
a time to say goodbye.
But I did not find that the case'
for at my baby's funeral
it was the other people who brought me pain'
seeing their tears,
hearing their sobs only made it more difficult.
But then this heartache came from the view of
death's finality.
I know now that death is not the end,
but merely a transition
from one plane of existence to another.
And, as life cycles in nature, so too will it cycle in
the human being.
For as we have a loving God, the source of all that is,
who's chosen to experience all through us,
our return is foretold and planned.
For there are lessons to learn,
growth to experience
and movement towards our destiny
of complete unconditional love.
So death is merely a doorway'a portal to another place,
where we re-unite with those of like spirit
and determine what lessons still need to be learned –
to venture again another day.
Birth will be the doorway of our return to once again
experience the lessons we still need to learn.
The lessons of love and life.
