Death Stopped For Me
Inspired by the words of the amazing Emily Dickinson.
Death stopped for me He lifted his hand and Greeted me quietly Always the gentleman Walking patiently only One step behind me He never shows his face Respectfully averted Under his black cape His sickle shrouded Under the folds Of his flowing robes Darkness follows behind A whiff of death Floating like smog Echoes of lost souls Trailing in our wake Step by sacred step Death stopped for me A moment in time That lasted for eons
Namaste
You are right… my aunt passed away on Friday from cancer. She had the rare grace of leaving this world at home, not in a hospital. Reading your words, it feels exactly like that — death walking close, quiet, almost gentle, taking her hand when the time came.
It is not our time. Thank goodness 🙏