Nothing to Fear
Death is nothing but a quiet door,
A soft unclicking of the earthly hinge—
No shadowed menace pacing on the floor,
No final loss from which we cannot fringe.
It is the breath released without a cry,
A lantern dimmed because the dawn is near;
The whispered folding of the sky—
A kindness dressed in stillness, not in fear.
For what we are is more than pulse or bone,
More vast than any clock can measure out;
And when we step beyond the great unknown,
We trade our questions for a hush without a doubt.
So let the darkness come as evening does,
A gentle hand that draws the curtains near.
In life we learned to trust the light because—
In death, we learn there’s nothing left to fear.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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