Oh Death
Oh death, so perfect and divine,that i am drawn to it in kind,
i see the end, my own design,
an end but of a different kind;
for ends are but beginnings too,
to seek for only what is true,
to let go what is false in us,
to hear the Spirit, thoughts adjust;
walk gently with yourself today,
the world around is but a play,
the actors here know well their parts,
but lost in thought, have lost their hearts;
each thing we thought is "good for us"
will cause distress in spite of us,
the underside of every coin,
give unto God that He may join;
And join He will, for what is here,
but God His Grace, it's ever clear,
and when the false has been erased,
only our heart of Love & Grace,
So watch the thoughts that separate,
that say "I'm not like them" mistake,
comparison, a knife so sharp,
will make you bleed, will cut apart;
Yourself the "One " that God did make,
who hidden in an earth mistake,
can never die or separate
for what God made can but create;
Perfection Love is what we are,
but ego wants to hide this far,
away from our heart today,
it makes perception here to stay;
That we would see a fault or two,
in us in them, to make us blue,
a veil of pain and anger makes,
to keep the truth away it stakes,
a dagger deep into their heart,
tis but your own, that's cut apart,
so see instead the thoughts that heal,
our brothers and ourselves will heal;
the actors in this play of life,
are here to bless us in their strife,
for every time in them we see,
some awful thing "we'd never be"
we pray to God "thank you oh Lord
for I am not like them oh Lord"
a dagger cuts us once again,
we laugh at ego, then feel it's shame;
but shame is but a little thought,
that I am lost, somewhat cut up,
not whole but guilty in some way,
not like my Lord to pray this way;
so give up guilt, and also shame,
their thoughts in earth, an ego game,
to keep the Light away from us:
the Son of Love, our wholiness;
As we identify with Love,
a process that takes time oh love,
we "are" much more, and "think" much less,
we have less fear, more wholiness;
so take My hand and walk with Me,
the Son of God is what I Be,
and death is but a fear of Life,
of Me and Joy, concealed by strife,
and strife the world gives us to see,
to hide the Real away from thee,
so smile at death and let it be,
your truth has come to set you free.