The Beauty Of Death Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
The Beauty Of Death
I reason death in its glorious beauty
Like golden evening cloud
On a bright sunny day
I think of death in its peaceful silence
Like "Otamiri" river
purling in moon-lit night
I ruminate death in its soulful rest
Devoid of dust
Like cool gentle evening breeze
I look toward death then
When the task is over
Much more toward
When satisfactorily accomplished
To wash my sticky hide of labour
In transparent river "Otamiri"
My frayed nerves calmed
In cool evening breeze
To take the deserved rest
In peaceful clouds of heaven
My portion of the Father
And Son through death.
(Saturday 14th March,1998,2.19 pm)
I reason death in its glorious beauty Like golden evening cloud On a bright sunny day
I have read this poem earlier, commented and voted. So happy to read it again. Stayed blessed dear Poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/27/2024 9:21:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I sincerely admire your stance reflected in the very first line of this beautiful poem! An excellent poem invites a reader to read it again and again! !