No Death

You stood at the doorway and said:

“The only reason I can bear it is

I know there is no death.”

I looked up from my tears and saw

how radiant you looked, that perfect smile

that had given me the reason for living

when none had been there before,

just an endless parade of ghostly forms

fading in and out, a jumbled chaos of sounds

like a broadcast from an untuned radio frequency,

and then your song came wafting through,

so rich and warm, so clear and lovely,

I sat back, breathless, and it was then

I knew I could bear it, because

I knew there was no death.


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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