An Old Man Lies Dying

An old man lies dying.

Vultures soar lazily above,

Tracing their thermal spirals;

They have plenty of time.

Coasting on final sighs,

Strangely graceful wings

Bear them aloft like souls

Seeking secret paths

To unknown but welcome

Life awaiting them beyond

The blinding white light.

In the middle of endless night,

Let there be Light.

In the uncaring dismay of depression,

Let there be Joy.

In the quagmire of boundless greed,

Discover Sacrifice.

At the bottom of profound grief,

Let Compassion run over.

In the midst of confusion and difficulty,

Find a pure ray of Belief

That all will be as it ought to be,

And that those who let go

Will find Relief and Release.

© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent    le 15.08.05