When Death Comes Poem by Valsa George
When Death Comes
When Death resolutely comes
At any time with his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous warrior behave
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
With your body in a narrow vault thrust
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
So when it is time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe,
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky
With the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
Into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
And a state far radiant and blissful
Where the sun shall never set
Where blessed souls joyously meet
Where Truth and Beauty preside
Where peace and bliss abide
Ousted out of terrestrial space
You are enfolded into God's sweet embrace
I simply loved this poem, especially the spirit of going away in style, with head held high!
truth and beauty preside, peace and bliss abide, fine, thanks.
Valsa-These are inspiring, uplifting aspirations to live and die for and I plan to follow your advice. I have had a love affair with life for 89 years and giving up the beauty and joy of the known for the unknowable is hard. Perhaps if we wed faith with hope we would have a winning team. This is not about the fear of death, but the absence of living. A very worthy write
Dear Valsa this poem brings a great moral for those who are afraid of death greatly written Thanks Plz read my poems and give your views about them to I have seen a new field while submitting my new poem It Is About Poem what must be written in this field because i am unable to submit my poems today plz help me
So when it is time to go Strut like an indomitable foe, With swinging hands and head held high To be welcomed by angels of the skyfu.......much impressive. A brilliant poem on death is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.
A positive way to face death beautifully rendered. I think things become easier once we treat death as a friend.
So when it is time to go Strut like an indomitable foe, With swinging hands and head held high To be welcomed by angels of the sky An impressive message.
Uplifting words, Death is biggest truth, each and every living must face it, And if one faces death boldly hoping for the best it becomes easy to face it.
death is a welcome friend.. thanks for this wonderful write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:16:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you make death seem an adorable foe, why be scared of facing it in the final battle! but as you say, easier said than done.